Silent people tend to have many things to say but they couldn’t open their mouth to speak up. There was this silent girl who shadowed everything in sight and was just idly painting on a silent room as silent as her. She received a very terrible trauma on the past and that made her not utter even a word.

She could finely paint the different lines, colors, the texture was magnificent, and everything was flawless. Yet, the only things that could ruin everything were the theme. She couldn’t immerse herself and able to become one with her paintings. It troubled her but she didn’t have anyone to know her troubles.

A monotonous life of black and white, the grills of the rooftop floor was empty besides her. She drew the blue sky and saw the wonderful clouds surrounding it. She thought that, if she was the sky who would be the clouds that could dominate her own reality. She heaved a sigh and continued to sketch.

Suddenly, something was moving. On a white blanket, there rest a man, well; his looks were o-k-a-y. She moved the blanket to see a young man. She thought of how the blanket fell off that was previously hanging getting dry under the sun. The man’s figure made Hyoyeon curious. She looked more intently and caressed his cheeks. The man moved and she was scared. She left the rooftop running not from danger but from the oddness of her own actions.

“Oh…my…god…I am I doing something I am not.” Hyoyeon looked at the stairs. She almost fell upon getting down. Thanks to her calm mind, she let herself feel at ease. But, she forgot something very important. Her sketchbook was missing. She felt the urge to come back yet her heart wasn’t ready. It was lost thanks to her own personality.

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The sleeping man pouted as he got up and do some stretching. “Is somebody here before?” He asked himself. Yet, there was only the wind to accompany him and gave up the idea. Suddenly, he saw a lonely sketchbook lying on the floor. He got it and flipped through the wonderful sketches. “Oh…from an arts student…” He saw something…an initial it was ‘H.K’. “Hongkong? No…who could it be?” He thought yet thinking was not his forte and got back to his dancing class.

Eunhyuk was not focusing on his classes because of the sketches. His professor came forward and asked him, “What are you doing?” His attention was only on the sketch. “Oh…someone from the arts department left this…There’s an initial H.K. Yet, I don’t know.” His professor got angry and sent him out of the classroom. Well, it was not a first time for him so it is fine. “Kim Hyoyeon?” A girl sitting across him whispered. “Oh…I’ll go there tomorrow to look for this Kim Hyoyeon.”

His life was a colorful one. He has many friends who always stick with him through thick and thin. He has Donghae and Junsu as his best friends. His house is near the university so he took his bicycle on the parking lot to drive it. “Hehe..Hyoyeon Kim..” Eunhyuk was grinning.

Suddenly, a young woman came running to his view. He glanced at him and he was love-strucked. Her flowing blonde hair made him stick his nose to her for quite a while. Her y figure could not turn him down. His mouth stayed ajar the whole time.

“Who could this girl be?” Eunhyuk asked himself.

From that afternoon until he got to bed, her face was marked to him as the most beautiful girl in the world. His Helen. He smirked again and thought of her as a girlfriend. “She’s perfect.”

He knew that he couldn’t see him again but he wished just once to be able to know her name.

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Hyoyeon was shivering. She was hot and couldn’t focus on class. She endured the hours of class and she was now on a table trying to munch the food as hard as she could. Suddenly, a young man, someone she recognized, came to the middle of the canteen and announced, “Who’s Hyoyeon Kim here?”

Everyone looked at each other and didn’t mind him. He was known to be the most talkative guy of all. He just smiled and looked around. His gaze was averted to a puffing girl on the table. It was his girl of dreams. His steps were firm and slow. He couldn’t believe if it was a dream or not. But, he couldn’t be mistaking.

“You…” He looked at her with eyes wide opened. Hyoyeon was just silent enduring the heat she feels. “Kim Hyoyeon?” Hyoyeon looked surprise. “So, you’re the owner of this?” Eunhyuk presented the sketchbook. Hyoyeon stood up on Eunhyuk’s level and tried to snatch the sketchbook. But, she fell to his arms. Eunhyuk was flustered. “Ah…miss…”

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The two of them were together in the hospital. Hyoyeon looked at Eunhyuk who was already sleeping guarding her from danger. She smiled. “So…who are you?” Hyoyeon tried to touch him but Eunhyuk caught her hand. “Why?..Is there dirt on my face?” Eunhyuk thought of how she was repulsive to him.

“What…what is your name?” Hyoyeon bravely asked. “I’m Eunhyuk, you are?” Eunhyuk wanted to extend his hands for Hyoyeon to freely be comfortable with him.

“Kim..Hyoyeon..you’re right..I’m the owner.” She didn’t know why she was speaking comfortably. Maybe, because of the brightness of his expressions that he caught the side of her wanting to be loved by someone.

“I liked your drawings especially the empty sky with only just the clouds to accompany its loneliness.” Hyoyeon glanced at him with a serious urge to ask how he caught her theme.

“Out of all of these sketches, this one was drawn with the most feelings. I don’t know any more I’m not an expert here.”

Hyoyeon smiled. It was the first time she felt at ease with a guy. Maybe, she opened up just a little.

“Make a promise with me.” Hyoyeon said to Eunhyuk.

“What is it?” Eunhyuk looked at her, the girl of his dreams. She could wish for anything because he couldn’t refuse it nor endure her plea.

“I’ll be painting that blue sky of dreams then you’d be the one to be buying it first, okay?”

“Huh? That’s it? If you’d be a great painter, I’d think of it.”

“Yeah. I’ll promise.” They swore. End of sentence.

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Eunhyuk was now a world star and Hyoyeon was a great painter. Yet, the owner of her first masterpiece was still unknown. Hyoyeon didn’t want to give it to anyone. The colorful sky was the most magnificent of all but she could only give it to someone.

Suddenly, a buyer came. He was drenched in the cold rain on that night. He ditched his body guards and said, “I’d be buying your painting.”

Hyoyeon was happy to see him again. She was really happy. She overcame everything for this moment to happen. Really happy, now, she could easily give it.

“Do you know what the title of this?” Hyoyeon asked him.

“What? We just promised?”

“Babo. It’s ‘LOVE’. The love between the sky and the clouds.”

“Of course. I know. In exchange…keep this.”

“A ring?”

“I’ll come back again. Do not worry.”

'Well, a cliffhanger.'

I don't know if it would be just a wild conclusion to everyone.

Well...it's up to you if I'd make a sequel.

GeneJuni