"I'm not crying..!" Shui quickly wiped her eyes, panicked. "It's a very beautiful gift."
She imagined how he would have looked with a serious expression doing his thorough research to find her the perfect paintbrush. She couldn't explain why but holding it felt like..she had gotten a renewed purpose. She stared at it, thinking about the last exhibition.
The last painting she had willed herself to draw was of the symbolism of her waiting for Jin. Ever since then, she wasn't really able to feel it anymore - the passion to draw. Blooming art gallery's manager had been harping her to work on her next project, but had only been running away from it. Because no matter how much she tried, her mind felt blank. She could only see darkness beyond, and when she lifted her pencil, she didn't really know what she wanted to draw about.
Why should I continue drawing in the first place…?
