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The wind that caresses the loose strands of my hair. The calm sunlight that brushes upon my skin. The tickling flatter of the slightly dampened meadow. The song of vibrant colors surrounding the tiny petals. 

Yet, I somehow cannot take my eyes away from your pleasant aesthetics. The personification of beauty in every aspect.

I wonder if you can hear my heart's silent cry?


My Art, My Love, My Desperation.

The Despicable's Plead

After we finished our date, something definitely changed between us. 


It's indescribable at the moment, but I'm incredibly certain it's there. 


A month passed and it was finally the end of our midterms. 


If anyone was curious, Ross and I got used to the idea of a real date and were able to explore its potential. 


Although examination days were over, we still had a lot to prepare for because there are numerous things to accomplish with regards to Solar's upcoming birthday celebration. 


It's not even my birthday nor am I a professional event coordinator yet Solar kept assigning tasks to me. 


It was really exhausting, to be honest. 


Especially, when the celebrant kept on asking for the impossible. 


"We should definitely have roasted chicken! Oh, wait, how about turkey? Would that be okay even though it's not Thanksgiving? Well, it's still considered as a THANKS for GIVING life to me so it'll count, right?" Solar chirped at the speed of light. 


CHAPTER LV: The Horns of the Uprising