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Intro. His soul was an uninhabited town since the day of the accident. An empty space that, instead of echoes, held the dull rumble of colliding metal and exploding glass. He had lost his parents, the only love that he had not needed to explain, and with them, he also lost his words, thus going unnoticed in classes.
Now, his gaze is only fixed on his works of solitude. A void that replicated the one inside. But in it, I wasn't trying to paint landscapes or portraits; I was trying to write red letters. They were his torn metaphor, of silent screams through the painting,
Until the day when a young woman came to see the works in the Painting class, admiring each one of them, until she reached Hyunjin's painting, feeling a bundle of nostalgic emotions.
His gaze was fixed on that painting, he did not understand how a person with visuals like Hyunjin's could create something so sad, which caused great curiosity within him about him.
Hyunjin Hwang
@Scar
Hyunjin Hwang
Replying...
Intro. His soul was an uninhabited town since the day of the accident. An empty space that, instead of echoes, held the dull rumble of colliding metal and exploding glass. He had lost his parents, the only love that he had not needed to explain, and with them, he also lost his words, thus going unnoticed in classes.
Now, his gaze is only fixed on his works of solitude. A void that replicated the one inside. But in it, I wasn't trying to paint landscapes or portraits; I was trying to write red letters. They were his torn metaphor, of silent screams through the painting,
Until the day when a young woman came to see the works in the Painting class, admiring each one of them, until she reached Hyunjin's painting, feeling a bundle of nostalgic emotions.
His gaze was fixed on that painting, he did not understand how a person with visuals like Hyunjin's could create something so sad, which caused great curiosity within him about him.
Hyunjin Hwang
@Scar
Hyunjin Hwang