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Portrait of the Naked Flower 2
#TimeTraveling
#Fiction
#Romance
#Fantasy
#ShortStory
Please read the first part
"No, I was happy" He was surprised in her response.
Alessandro's chest keeps moving up and down. He can't say a word, as if his tongue was bitten. He can't even breath properly. He grinned and looked at her, his sweet grin vanished. NOBODY was there. Where is she? Where did she gone to?
"Hyacinth? Where are you?" his heart was beating up like a gong, his sweat drops through his chin. Wide rough hands were trembling in fear. It makes him nervous the hell out of him for the second time. The first time was when his mother died in front of him.
He dashed to the bath room but no one was there. He took two steps to reach the bed and pick the notebook, turning pages to see Hya's hand writing...
but they are slowly fading.
How could it be?!
What is happening?
Why is this happening...?
There is no trace of Hyacinth. Even his bed has no trace that someone once sit on it. The blanket was fine too.
The door opens and his sudden hopes, suddenly fades. The maid came in and bowed at him.
"Master, do you need something?" she asked him politely.
"I—I need a water...please" the maid leave, and the tingling of the keys were the last noise he heard.
He looked at the verandah, and the terrifying storm had stopped. The rays of sunlight were piercing through those dark clouds.
Was it all in his mind? Was every laugh he made was just an imagination? Was the young lady that brought him into another world was just a dream he always ask since he was 20, from the moment his mother...
#Fiction
#Romance
#Fantasy
#ShortStory
Please read the first part
"No, I was happy" He was surprised in her response.
Alessandro's chest keeps moving up and down. He can't say a word, as if his tongue was bitten. He can't even breath properly. He grinned and looked at her, his sweet grin vanished. NOBODY was there. Where is she? Where did she gone to?
"Hyacinth? Where are you?" his heart was beating up like a gong, his sweat drops through his chin. Wide rough hands were trembling in fear. It makes him nervous the hell out of him for the second time. The first time was when his mother died in front of him.
He dashed to the bath room but no one was there. He took two steps to reach the bed and pick the notebook, turning pages to see Hya's hand writing...
but they are slowly fading.
How could it be?!
What is happening?
Why is this happening...?
There is no trace of Hyacinth. Even his bed has no trace that someone once sit on it. The blanket was fine too.
The door opens and his sudden hopes, suddenly fades. The maid came in and bowed at him.
"Master, do you need something?" she asked him politely.
"I—I need a water...please" the maid leave, and the tingling of the keys were the last noise he heard.
He looked at the verandah, and the terrifying storm had stopped. The rays of sunlight were piercing through those dark clouds.
Was it all in his mind? Was every laugh he made was just an imagination? Was the young lady that brought him into another world was just a dream he always ask since he was 20, from the moment his mother...
