It has been almost a week since I attended Ms. Yuria's lessons, it's doing good I guess? Well atleast my works now can't be compared to a third grader's. Everyday I'm improving and it seems like my hands are remembering how it should be, the , techniques and how to blend my desire color.

" Moonbyul didn't dropped you off? " Ms. Yuria asked me while she's guiding me.

Moonbyul has been driving me off or taking me home everday, she never miss any of those but today she didn't popped infront of my door to take me here-- it's not that I'm expecting her to take me here it's just... new for me?

" how did you knew Moonbyul? " I asked her. It's been a question that I somehow want to have an answer; did Moonbyul attended her class in the past? I mean do Moonbyul paint too?

" she's my student " Ms. Yuria softly smiled like she had remember something from the past.

" really? What year did she attended your class? Is she good at painting? " I continuously asked. Finally I can have something that I can add with Moonbyul's information aside from her name and she's the owner of the place that I'm currently living in.

" she's really good, she's someone who paints something that will make you smile. She really loves colorful things and she blend every colorful things that she'll see and you may think she's doing it wrong but everything she do is something that I can call masterppiece " it's really rare to receive so much praise from Ms. Yuria. I, myself can't even get one and yet she's complimenting Moonbyul; she must be that great.

" really? I don't really know what she do with her life, she just seems like a bummer that has a lot of money. She's a painter then? " I asked her. Ms. Yuria's eyes darkened due to my question, she froze a bit and our gaze.

" Ms. Yuria! " a student called for her so she immediately left me and my question unanswered--- what's so wrong with my question? Why does her face turned into something like that? Weird.

While I was working with my piece I can't help, but to think about on why did I stopped from painting. Well it was when I was freshman college, I started painting when I was on eight grade and when I stepped on college I competed in various competetions abroad or somewhere far from home.

I remember that I got into an car accident and that is when everything start to fade out for me. I can't paint properly, it's not that my hand is fractured, it's that my mind seems to forget how to. It's very painful for me to stay on art field so I gave up and quit, then there I met Eric.

Eric was a very studius type, he doesn't like art, music or anything that doesn't envolve memorizing or reading. He came into the part of my life wherein I'm giving up on myself so he told me to just give up on painting and everytime I will be near on it he'll get mad of me so I decided to just drop it off and continue living my life without something that I used to love; painting.

" you did well today " Ms. Yuria said as she lookd into my work. I haven't really done something I want, there's nothing coming up on my mind so I just do something that Ms. Yuria will suggest me to do.

" I'll see you next week then " Ms. Yuria said and bid her goodbye. She'll be out for her daugh