Once Upon A Masterpiece

Once Upon A Masterpiece

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Romance
"I wonder; do you ever notice how a book is an art work, just without the surface as the art itself?" Elijah Ellis-James, a mild-mannered and intelligent lecturer at Windsor Rose Academy. Elijah has been teaching young students for many years, since he himself finished university at the age of 27 years old. After a rather extended lecture, he stumbles across the hallway from his classroom, jostling young adult bodies having left the room in a mess. He notices the most beautiful art piece standing in the middle of the room, flawless. Oh, how could the students not notice her as the truest masterpiece? {All rights reserved and copyright goes towards me, the writer x Cover photo found via Instagram, @rafaele.marinetti x }
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"I like him. So what?" Liking someone isn't a big deal until it's your very first time!!! That very first puppy-crush where you legit experience each an every lyric of Katherine Li's masterpieces... He was a teacher and I was student. Everything would have been picture-perfect if my life were a K-drama but I haven't done any great deeds to receive this blessing. Our eyes always met, trying to convey the unspoken conversation between us. I don't know why, but even after I'd moved on, my eyes still searched for him. Just like you could feel anyone's gaze on you, I always felt his gaze on me. A silent, discreet gaze which never willed to speak or know anything. But who knew, what hid behind those mysterious eyes? At worst, probably a unspeakable amount of hate and disgust towards me. At best, a small, teeny-tiny little corner of affection, which is close to impossible. Everything was very imperfect, but given the conditions of reality, it was a purely platonic, perfect first crush-story! Prologue inspiration:- @dblboO Not all images used belong to me; credit to the rightful owners.

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