artbreak…this betrayal that had happened to me. I doubt I could heal from this pain gushing in my heart. I went back to the day I had met Ken for the first time in my life. That day,

e he came in. Even though I didn't look back, I knew he was following me. "So you are gonna lie that you were not captivated by me a moment ago?" "At least, I can say that you are an egoistic young man. That is not a lie." I sat down on the tool and looked at him. He crossed his arms across his chest, a smirk playing across his face. "Demanding the truth is being egoistic now?" "Aren't you here to meet someone?" "Nah, came in here to hide from the striking thunder and rain. I was lucky to see that the door was not locked from inside. And more lucky to see that I, like the thunder is striking someone speechless." "Well, I hope your luck saves your ass when the owner of the studio comes in to see that you have created quite a puddle on his floor." The man raised his hand in a gesture to wave the comment aside. "It's nothing a mob and bucket cannot solve." He looked around and saw a stool not too far away. He grabbed it and dragged it to where I was. "Since it seems it's going to be raining a while, I might as well be having a conversation with you since you have regained your speech ability." I rolled my eyes again. "You are not going to get over that, isn't it? And you said you were not egoistic?" He laughed. It was the first time I was hearing or seeing him laugh. It was a delight watching his face transformed by him laughing, making him look more handsome, his eyes lighting up. His voice was like rolling thunder, delighting my ears with the sound. Watching him was a pleasure. "You are right," he said. "I can not just get over it. It's not easy to make an adult immobile simply with my sight." "'It is not easy to make an adult