Palette
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pal•ette /ˈpalət/ a thin board or slab on which an artist lays and mixes colors; the range of colors used in a particular picture I look at my palette, covered with so many shades of colors. The textures of where my brush has run through, earnestly trying to obtain the paint from the surface. The bumps from splotches of paint that dried; that never got used. The small and large traces of mixtures, of attempts to mix the perfect color. The attempts to successfully transfer the image in my head onto the canvas. The possibility of perfection hanging over my head. My name is Liana (lee-ah-nah) and I paint. My palette? Yeah, it's filled with many stains; many harsh strokes and horrific shades. And the resulted canvas? You don't wanna see.
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Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

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