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Ren decided to have a  fresh start in his life leaving behind all the bad memories and past traumas, by continuing his education in a countryside school.
A  good school, A cool friend, A beautiful house, A beginning to good memories?
But like when really do things go the way we wish?

It was peaceful at the farmhouse, they were sitting at the edge of a wooden rooftop, pop-sickles in their hands and they were sucking onto the strawberry flavoured pop-sickle, Nia looked fazed while Ren was still enjoying the taste of the tasty delight.


Suddenly, Nia shook Ren's hand and his pop-sickle was almost dropped to the ground but he saved an icy part by grabbing the pop-sickle stick firmly,


"What in the heck was that for, I really need to give serious thought to your continuous attacks on me"


Nia first took a nice look at Ren's face reading his expressions,


He was in no way joking around,he looked serious


"I know you are hiding something from me and I need to know what? how long are you going to keep me feeling worried about you?" she said frustrated


Ren's face seemed to relax a little, he huffed; took his time to wash off the orange colour that was painted onto his hand. He stared at the beautiful scenery before his eyes and started calmly,


Nia's expressions could not be described, she was trying to understand what did ren even mean by that, she was thinking


She stared at him blankly but gulped when she saw how dead serious Ren looked, he was staring right back at her.


"Pl-ease continue," she said in a soft low voice; worry clear from her voice


Ren continued "I was 12 years old when I went to an art gallery with my grandmother. It was beautiful in there; I was intently looking at all the paintings and portraits; some were even by famous artists of the century.


Ren paused for a while in an attempt to remember something.


CHAPTER 5