Temporary (Amorist Series #2)

Chapter 1

Amorist Series

#1 Trapped Status: | Completed |

#2 Temporary Status: | On-going |

This book contains spoilers for the first one. If you haven't read it yet, might as well check it out before this.

If you're not into flawed characters, you can skip this manuscript. This book contains sensitive content that might trigger lots of audiences.

Readers' discretion is advised.

Enjoy reading!

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Chapter 1

Art embodies the emotions and thoughts one can express through it.

I can't help but smile.

My painting is about to be done. It is subjective, an under-construction hotel near the shore with a prismatic scenery of the skies in the background.

A combination of man-made and nature may sometimes be complex, but they look good together.

They say it's relieving to finish an art, but for me, it is the process. In there, I feel such things, and with every brush I sway, I'll have freedom from my enslaving thoughts.

I raised the brush paint. It's not heavy, but my body was burnt out, like I carried tons of weight.

No matter how light it is, if you carry it for a very long time, sooner or later, it will sap your strength.

Now, that's a scenario, but I'm not talking about the brush paint.

I sighed.

Marahan kong nilagay sa balde ang brush, pinikit ko rin ang mga mata at sumandal sa upuan para magpahinga. Tila'y lumulutang ako sa ere, ganito siguro kapag sobrang pagod.

Sobrang tahimik din ng paligid, nakaka-relax.

"Malapit na matapos 'yan anak?" Napatayo ako dahil sa biglaang pagsulpot ni ninong.

Natawa si ninong, napahawak ako sa dibdib na tila ba pinipigilang mahulog ang puso.

"Buhay ko ang tinutukoy mo ninong?"

"Itigil mo na kasi pag-inom ng kape," umiiling na sabi niya.

I frowned. "Ninong mas posible pang tumigil ako sa paghinga kaysa sa pag-inom ng kape."

Namewang siya. He was about to open his mouth, but I raised my finger and pointed my painting.

"Malapit na po matapos. . . ang buhay ko," I whispered. "Ang pinipinta ko."

"Ang lapida tinutukoy ko," napahinto ako. Napakamot siya sa ulo, tila dismayado. "Kailangan—"

"Tapos na ninong!" Magiliw kong tinuro ang lapida sa likod niya.

Siyempre tinapos ko na. Kapag kasi tinatamad ako naiisip ko lagi na bibisitahin ako ng kaluluwa ng may-ari kapag hindi ko tinapos agad. Sino'ng hindi makakatapos ng gawain sa lagay na 'yan?