Chapter 1: UNREALISTIC REALITIES

Sometimes,the realities you are facing seems unrealistic. Like right now, I'm walking the streets covered in white after an unexpected snow;It's the same when you are in love.It feels like you have become the most special person in the world.It feels unrealistic.You heart flutters...

"It's so erotic!"An aesthete's words ring in my mind as I stare down at the art piece with a title 'Scarlett' drop in front of me.

"Sorry!"I say as I avoid bumping into someone,My heart skipping a beat.

Startled by the masculine voice calling out to me from a distance, I turned to see Bastian approaching with a grin on his face. "Isn't it pretty?" His enthusiasm for his artwork contagious as ever.But as tears wells up in my eyes unexpectedly, I took a few steps back without uttering a word. Conflicting emotion surge within me like waves...I have suddenly become belligerent.

"S**t! I say, covering my mouth with my right hand to avoid a sudden outburst.

"Is my work embarrassing to you?..is this why you're crying?

I quickly wipe away the tears and compose myself, forcing a smile. "No, it's not that," I reply, my voice trembling slightly. "Your work is beautiful...it's just...you could have asked me about it first...."

"Darn it! you're getting me really upset. I thought you would understand me the best."He was obviously yelling now.

A mix of emotions swirled inside me like a hurricane. The beauty of the art piece named 'Scarlett' intertwined with memories I thought had been buried deep within my heart. It was overwhelming, this sudden floodgate of emotions that threatened to consume every inch of my being. I turned towards Bastian, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

I once believed that it was special.....i remember Estella telling me that I was probably my boyfriend's muse.

"Artists don't just use any model you know. I think he must really care about you."These were her words..but how about now?...

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I was confused about boundaries until I realized the truth at an unexpected moment.There, was Bastian in the academy having s*x; And to be honest, I felt like i already knew it.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The snowflakes fell softly around me, creating a serene atmosphere. It was in this moment that the memories of our love flooded back to me. Every touch, every whisper, every stolen glance - they all felt so unreal yet so vividly engraved in my mind. Love had turned me into someone extraordinary, making the world seem like a dream.

I ran to the cafe and just sat there like an unconscious being.

"Hey Scarlett. I'm swamped with the academy and the exhibition.If the exhibition's successful I will quit been a teacher and focus more on my art career.But I'm not sure what theme I should do....."

And here he goes again...This jerk talks too much for me to even blame myself.

"Scarlett! Why are you sitting like that? I'm talking about something serious."

All that could come out my mouth was "You asshole".

Love gets trampled on, and helplessly melt away. It's nothing. My relationship ended like that too.....

*****

The cold winter air stung my cheeks as I ran aimlessly through the streets covered in white. Each step felt heavy with disappointment and sadness. Love had transformed me into someone extraordinary, only to leave me feeling broken and worthless. And as I looked up at the sky filled with snowflakes falling gently from above, it mirrored the tears that fell from my eyes – fragile and fleeting.

As I stood there in solitude, gazing out at the winter landscape before me, something within me shifted. A determination began to stir deep within my being – an unwavering resolve to rise above this pain and find strength amidst adversity. Love may have left its mark on me like scars on fragile skin, but it would not define who I am.With each step forward, i made a silent promise to myself.No longer will i let love hinder or define my artistic journey.Instead, I would channel all the emotions that consumed me into brushstrokes and melodies ,creating masterpieces that speaks volume without uttering a single word.

I braced myself to face the world outside with newfound resilience. The snowfall continued unabated, but now it served as a reminder of hope rather than sorrow. With each step forward into the unknown future ahead of me, I vowed to embrace life's uncertainties and let go of what once was.

And so began my journey towards self-discovery - an odyssey fueled by resilience and guided by an unwavering spirit determined not only to survive but thrive amidst life's storms....

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In a twinkle of an eye morning came, and then evening, and morning.Watching sunset and sunrise became a routine.....

"Don't you wanna join us for a drink?"Harriet's voice echoed through the empty streets, breaking my reverie. I looked through my window to see her and a group of fellow artists sitting outside a cozy little cafe, their laughter filling the air. A part of me yearned to join them, to drown my sorrows in alcohol and temporary oblivion. But another part knew that healing couldn't be found at the bottom of a glass.

Moreover, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips as Harriet waved excitedly from her seat outside the cafe. As I joined them at their table, surrounded by fellow artists who understood both joy and sorrow intimately through their own creations, a sense of belonging washed over me like a wave crashing onto shore. And in that moment, amidst laughter and shared stories late into the night,I knew that healing was not found solely within oneself but also in connection with others who could mirror your pain and celebrate your triumphs.

Somehow, I managed to break free from their endless discussions and sat alone somewhere far off.

"You got here first".Someone whispered to me.Turning sideways,the face I saw was that of a prince charming.It took me exactly 1min 29secs searching for an answer.And, Finally, it came out....

"Who are you?"..I asked, giving a shrug.

"Aren't you Laura?"He spoke again..

"No. I'm Scarlett" I say, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

"Scarlett..? I guess I mistook you for someone else. I'm sorry.The unrealistic prince said with a smirk.

"it's fine" I say giving a stylish smile...

It's silly, but the moment our eyes met...the pain of the breakup that has been weighing down on me just a moment ago melted away as snow....

"can I sit here?" His soothing and romantic voice came again.

"You're already seating there....I say staring at him dead in the eyes.

"Are you with someone?"......

Somehow, we got entangled in less than an hour.

With each passing minute, I found myself captivated by his charm and wit. His words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, comforting my wounded soul. It was as if he could see through the walls I had built around my heart and brought light into the darkness that consumed me. We laughed until tears streamed down our faces, finding solace in each other's company.

This guy is bad for my heart!......