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Chapter Fourteen: Strokes That Speak

Penulis: Aleeberry
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-03 22:51:16

The atrium of Bennett Tower was hushed in that hour before the city properly woke, when even the traffic outside seemed muted, like the world had paused to take a breath. Sophia entered as she always did—measured, purposeful, her heels striking the polished marble with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. She was early, earlier than most of her employees, but it had never bothered her. The building was her second skin, its silence a cloak she had grown accustomed to wearing.

Today, though, the silence wasn’t empty.

She noticed it almost immediately. The faint scrape of a brush on plaster, the rhythmic whisper of bristles against the wall. Her steps faltered as her eyes adjusted to the sight before her: Alex, standing before the unfinished mural, his back to her, completely absorbed in his work.

The overhead lights were dim, but the atrium’s wide glass panels invited the pale morning sunlight inside. It fell across his figure in bands, catching the strands of his unkempt hair and t
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  • Brushstrokes of the unseen    Chapter Twenty: Echoes on Canvas

    The studio smelled of turpentine and dust, of wood and paint left open too long. Canvases leaned against every wall, some vibrant, some abandoned halfway, others covered in rough strokes that looked more like confessions than art.Alex stood before the newest one—a massive canvas stretching nearly floor to ceiling. He hadn’t meant for it to be this big. But every time he picked up the brush, the strokes demanded more space, more air and more intensity.The painting was chaotic. Reds slashed through blues. Black bled into gold. It wasn’t beautiful. It wasn’t even finished. It was raw.Like him.He stepped back, the paintbrush trembling in his hand. He told himself it was just another piece, just another attempt to pour out the restless ache inside him. But that wasn’t true.Every line was hers. Every colour was her silence.He could still see Sophia’s face in the glow of the gallery lights, controlled yet faltering. He could

  • Brushstrokes of the unseen    Chapter Nineteen: The Weight of Silence

    The city woke with its usual noise—horns, footsteps, and hurried voices chasing the day. Sophia sat at the head of a mahogany conference table, surrounded by a dozen sharp suits and sharper ambitions.She should have felt in her element. This was her domain: negotiations, strategies, and the intricate dance of power. Yet, as the presentation droned on, her mind drifted—not to profit margins or market expansions, but to the wall of colour that refused to leave her memory.Her pen tapped against her notepad, a rhythm too restless for someone who prided herself on control.“Ms. Bennett?” one of the executives asked, sliding a graph toward her. “We project a thirty percent increase in Q2 if we leverage the overseas partnerships.”She looked down at the graph, nodded, and even offered a precise remark about restructuring logistics. Her voice was calm and measured. But her thoughts were elsewhere.She wondered if Alex was there now, standi

  • Brushstrokes of the unseen    Chapter Eighteen: Echoes of a Meeting

    The restaurant noise swallowed Sophia as she slipped back inside, but she didn’t hear a word of the conversation at her table. Her colleagues were laughing over a story someone told about a disastrous client meeting, but the sound was muffled, as though she were underwater. All she could hear was his voice. “You heard it, didn’t you?” It repeated in her mind, weaving into her thoughts until every sentence spoken around her sounded like him. She lifted her glass, nodding at a joke she hadn’t caught, and let the wine burn down her throat. Her assistant leaned close. “Everything alright?” Sophia blinked. “Of course.” Her voice was crisp, controlled. She adjusted her blazer, smoothed her hair, and forced her mouth into a practiced smile. She had spent years perfecting the art of composure. But tonight, it felt like wearing a mask that no longer fit. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Alex standing there on the street, paint smudges on his jacket, his hand hovering in the air a

  • Brushstrokes of the unseen    Chapter Seventeen: The Space Between

    The morning broke in a wash of muted gold, spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Sophia’s penthouse. The city was already stirring—horns blaring, sirens echoing, people rushing toward trains and deadlines. But for once, she didn’t rise with the first alarm. Instead, Sophia lingered in bed, awake but unmoving, listening to the pulse of the city below. Her mind was restless, circling the same thought it had been since the night before: the phone call she never made. The weight of it pressed against her chest, heavier than she cared to admit. She had stared at Alex’s name and felt the temptation coil tight in her stomach, but in the end, she had chosen silence. It should have been a relief. A line preserved. A boundary kept intact. Yet, it didn’t feel like victory. It felt like surrender to fear. With a sharp breath, she forced herself up and began her routine. Espresso. Morning news. Email

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    The morning after she found herself in Alex’s studio, Sophia rose before dawn, as always. But everything felt different. Her routine was the same—coffee black, a quick shower, hair drawn into a flawless knot at the back of her head. Her assistants greeted her with polished schedules and urgent reminders. The boardroom waited with its endless demands. Yet beneath the steel of her routine, something soft trembled. Something dangerous. When she caught her reflection in the mirror that hung above her desk, she saw it: not the untouchable figure she had perfected over the years, but a woman whose eyes carried something raw. A secret that threatened to unravel her. The board meeting was brutal. Numbers bleeding red, investors pressing questions, whispers about her being distracted. Distracted. The word rang in her ears like an accusation. She cut through arguments with sharp logic, her voice calm, commanding. They nodded, scribbled notes, deferred to her brilliance as always. Yet e

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