The First Meeting.
Forever
Three Years Ago
It’s snowing today. You look up into the sky and watch as the snowflakes fall, beautiful, absolutely beautiful. As an artist you’re rather picky when it comes to the aesthetics. No, it doesn’t mean you judge others who aren’t “attractive” in your eyes, but you notice the fine details that most ignore. Like how symmetrical ones facial features are or the proportions of a person’s body and the shape of their shoulders, their jawline, just everything. You couldn’t help but pay attention to these details and you knew you were in trouble when you bumped into a pale stranger on your way home from work two hours ago. It was like time froze for the two of you, you had this sudden urge to draw him. The way his bangs fell nicely to the side of his face and the way the edge of his eyes crinkled in embarrassment from causing you to drop your bag made your heart race. Others would call it shallow but something about the way his voice sounded when he apologized and the way he picked your bag up caused the butterflies to go haywire in your stomach. His heart must be just as beautiful. He walked away before you could ask for a name. You didn’t feel like going home anymore and went to a café near your house. You ordered a hot chocolate and took a seat in the back, pulling out your sketch book and drew the man you met two hours ago. As you look at your drawing you shake your head and flip to a clean sheet, it just doesn't look right.
I apologize for leaving this story in the back burner, I didn't realize I didn't save the chapters I wrote on my laptop when I went to Yonsei >
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