My Lovely Artinya Novels & Stories

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Brisa didn't know what to say, but she definitely wanted to avoid what she saw clearly in Delmar's eyes. "I love you. I love you since a long time ago. But I don't know when exactly, I saw that you are no longer my friend's sister, no longer a little friend that I love and want to protect. I love you, Bri. Love you so much." "Are you crazy?" Delmar's long answer just now made Brisa’s head spin. "Yeah, I'm crazy for loving you. And face the fact that you will marry someone else! I really have gone mad!”

CHAPTER 2 "You do not do any good In liking, someone Nor me, nor me, nor me Who invented love was not I It was not me, it was not me. It was not me or anyone. " Dorival Caymmi, Nor me BIANCA I move my body slowly in soft sheets and my skin shivers as it grazes on the satin, which caresses my body. I open my eyes slowly, fantasizing that last night was just a crazy nightmare and when I take courage, I lean on my elbows, I look at the sofa and I see that everything I have lived was the purest reality.

So many painting were hung on the walls, and yet I would always stop and look at just one of them. It was a painting of my mother, young and beautiful—exactly how everyone had described her to me. Her hair, red as furious fire, was exactly like mine, flowing down in reddish gold waves down her back. The painting couldn't capture all of her beauty, they'd all say. She had always been beautiful, dad told me, but she had apparently been so much more than a pretty face. I only wished I could meet her at least once. I stopped in front of the painting once again, wondering if she would have been proud of me if she was here. If she would have really loved me for she had died after just a glimpse at

"By the way, did you see the beautiful lac with a fontain that looks like a waterfall behind your palace? you can't see it from here but it is a really relaxing place. Our father build it and Francis and I liked to swim there." "Really?! I want to see it! but can we really swim in the lac? won't people see us?"

To My Lovely Readers, This previous week I lost my dearest Mom and niece, for now, help me to keep reading and remain for a meantime, and can't wait to write again for an update. Hope you understand. Thank you so much. I've always admired arts for their mesmerizing beauty that brightens up this world, they taught me that a simple art can make you feel something even just by looking at them. That's when I knew I wasn't wrong when I considered him as an art. By staring at his glimmering eyes, that's when I found the most aesthetic art. Thru his eyes, he lightens up the dimmed and doomed place I was once in. He was the colorful painting and I was the lifeless and monochromatic one in a museum.

*Akira's Reflection* Akira reflected on her life, feeling grateful for the love, art, and family she'd built. She knew that her journey as an artist, mother, and grandmother had been a masterpiece, created with intention, passion, and dedication. Akira's art continued to flourish, inspired by her experiences and relationships. *Taro's Appreciation*