Some people never truly reach their dreams unless they have that special supporting someone by their side; that special someone is globally known as the soul mate. Niley and Jemi.
Sighing, she sat down on the park seat instantly feeling the ache shooting through her tired legs. She has been walking for hours and she finally gave in and decided to rest. She didn't know if she'll even be able to go home. The owner of the so called flat has been threatening to kick her out if she didn't pay for two weeks now… and he said –like he says everyday- that today was her last chance, that if she didn't bring money home –which she didn't- she'll have to look for somewhere else to live.
She felt her stomach grumble in hunger as she absentmindedly put a hand on it. She has eaten. But apparently not enough.
Ever since her accident, it has been very hard to obtain money. As if it was too easy before.
Losing your sight is really hard especially when you're living on your own and you've lived your whole life depending on your eyes, oh, and when you're an orphan who didn't get adopted by anyone and had to grow up in an orphanage which you eventually couldn't take and ran away from.
She smiled feeling the light breeze and the chiming birds indicating the sunset and that the night is kicking in.
She was finally getting used to it. Just sitting there hearing the sounds and imagining how it looked like. It gave her peace, yet, she wished she had the real image…
She sighed and stood up again after having some rest, but suddenly she felt dizzy as her hand flew to her head. She stood for a while before deciding it was just from the sudden interact, but as she aimed to take a step, it came back again only harder and she fell to the floor where everything was black.
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She giggled jumping up and down with her hand intertwined with her fiancé's. Being recently engaged made her beaming with happiness. He chuckled at her also very happy.
They have been together for two years and he finally built up his courage and proposed three days ago. They just had a family dinner with her father and his family as a celebration for the couple, and they both decided to ditch them and go out for a while alone.
She looked down at her ring loving the feeling of it engulfing her finger as her smile grew even wider if it's possible. She dragged her look towards him with the same wide smile as he sighed,
"I wish I had brought you something bigger… more valuable." He looked down.
"And I'm happy you didn't." She put her hand on his back as he looked at her confused, "You know, the value of things isn't measured by how it costs or its material. It's by what it means for you. And this ring means the world to me, you know why?"
He shook his head,
"Because it's connecting me to you."
"We've been connected since long ago," He smiled as her words relaxed him.
She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder as they kept walking.
"I can't wait till we get married." He said after a while.
"Me neither." She gushed, "You just need to stick around in your job this time, and we'll be married before you know it."
He chuckled at her words, "I think I'll. I love it more than any other one." He said pursing his lips together as she laughed and clinked to his arm.
"Hey, what's that?" She looked through the darkness intensely trying to figure out the shadow in front of her.
He looked at the direction she's staring at and could see the shadows that soon formed the out form of a person…
"Is that a girl…?" she raised her eyebrows as the both looked at each other before rushing towards her…
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He closed the door blocking the laughters of his family away as he turned around and looked at the tools in front of him. He smiled as he felt the peaceful atmosphere of the room. This was when he just feels peace. His painting room. He loves his family, and he loves spending time with them, but, from time to time he needs to just stay alone at this room and draw.
Besides, dinner was over, and his brother left with his fiancée; after all, the whole dinner was for them, so there's probably no point of him staying.
He looked at the unfinished picture for a while before finally gaining inspiration again and recollecting the sight he has in mind and picked a brush and started tracing it along the material leaving a colored line behind and slowly forming a meaningful shape.
He didn't feel the time fly away as he kept painting and drawing losing himself and blocking the faint voices coming from outside.
It wasn't until the front door was slammed closed that he started hearing their voices again. For a while there was a silence, but then, there were loud noises. He didn't care at first, but the voices were heaved with nervousness that he frowned his eyebrows and put his tools down and opened the door taking his way to the living room.
"Here," He saw his brother –the youngest of the family- rush with a bottle of perfume to his mother who was kneeling on the couch.
"Thanks, hun." She took it from him as she started spraying it down. There was a small murmur coming from there. He gazed around the room to see everyone standing there, his brother, his fiancée and her father, his other brother with is wife, and his parents along with the youngest of the brothers.
Then who was it?
He moved closer to see. A faint-looking girl came to his sight as her eyebrows crinkled and she seemed to struggle to open her eyes. Finally, she did as she gazed at the ceiling and her hand moved along their couch, "Where am I?"
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A/N: ANOTHER STORY :) This was short, but later it will get longer. So, what do you think of it? And who do you think is each character? The girl at first, the couple, and the artist boy? :)
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