Her Own Side of Story
30 Days With You
It was my first day-off for the month when I decided to spend some quality
time with my sketch pad and pencil at the park. I usually just stay at home
and sketch some extraordinary art (I know I’m very talented, so no need to react. XD)
like animated or cartoon characters, person, sometimes abstract.
I once even drew my own pretty eyes (Ha Ha conceited much?), just to pass the time.
Living in my world, people might say that I live this life, the idol life, pretty fun and too
extravagantly, with many people to hang out with, well this is true, of course, but it
would only last for a few hours, and the remaining hours would just be me, and my
sketch pad, pencil, and my nail art collection in my spacious bedroom. Loner? Yep.
I remembered it was a Monday afternoon. Two o’clock to be exact.
I was taking a stroll at the park, looking for a perfect spot, a spot that’s not too
crowded, afraid that people might recognize who I was, also a spot where I could
draw a perfect scenery. I just want to relax, and drawing for me is my way of relaxation.
It’s effective, really. It takes your mind away, even just for a while, from the busy and
hectic real world, which of course is good for me.
From afar, I saw a lone bench a few meters away from a huge tree by the lake.
I thought that it would be the perfect spot for me to draw. No people were visible
so it’s perfect, and the scene was breathtaking. Double perfect. As I was heading
on that spot, a figure slowly came into focus. Taking my steps as light as possible,
I traipsed silently until I reached the bench just a few meters away from the figure.
She was sitting on her , legs sprawled in front of her carelessly, with her back
on mine. She haven’t detected my presence yet.
Sitting on the bench, I observed the figure curiously. The figure was a woman.
Her chestnut-colored hair flowed freely on her back. It was mesmerizing.
I thought that it would be too soft to touch, so I did all my best to restrain
myself from going over there and just caress her hair like a weirdo.
Well, just thinking about it already makes me a weirdo, so.. -_-.
As the minute ticked by, I realized that her hair was just a bonus.
She have this small yet y figure from behind. I can pretty much
tell that she could be a model with that body of hers.
Oh my gee! I’m like a ert! Oh God help me.
I should’ve noticed the beautiful scenery first, but instead I noticed her first!
Her hair and body at that! Oh asdfghjk! No wonder people call me byuntae. =_=
Everything in front of me was perfect.
The beautiful scenery offered by the lake and the trees, and the woman.
Oh! Too good! I wanted to preserve this moment so much that I myself
wasn’t even aware of my hands started delicately on the sketch pad.
I wasn’t even aware of the time, which is already past four, until the woman
finally stood up and brushed something on the back of her jeans.
Oh no! I wasn’t finished yet!
Just a little bit more and the picture in front of me will forever be captured.
She then started to stretch her arms in the air while saying,
“Aaaaahhh this feels so good.”
“Oh no... Just a little bit longer... No no no.. Ehrm.”
Yep. She saw me. Wide-eyed, clearly surprised. me.
“Hi...uhm..” I muttered
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