Paintbrush-a short story

�Paintbrush�
By: Thalia Rose F. Vallo
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February 14- --- A day by which all people celebrated Valentine�s day, as a day of hearts or love. Red overflows in my surroundings. Roses are everywhere, but for me this is just a typical day that I needed to survive for.
Cupid. That stupid cupid, he never hit me with his majestic arrow. I�ve been alone in my whole life without noticing this feeling they called love.
I�m just an average girl who�s fond of rock songs. I really love roc and roll especially when it�s Avril Lavigne�s. I really love rock and roll. But this is not obvious on my physical appearance. My hair is curly, my eyes are bulging and my closet is filled with tee shirts and pants. In short, I�m just a simple girl who also love to paint. My room is filled with my artworks but there is something missing, a missing piece that I don�t know.
Sometimes I feel like I�m not existing, like I am not real. I hate this feeling like I�m senseless. I�m a total loner because nobody cares about me. I know I�m not that special to always caught their attention but I only wish that someone will recognize my efforts.
One day, I am walking in the road. My ego is floating. It�s like thinking of something I don�t know. I felt the sky cried. I stopped then reminisce the past. The rain reminds me of somewhat. As the water goes down and flowing to my body, I decided to run.
As I passed the flower shop while running, I bumped to a man who is holding a bunch of red roses. He seemed to be hurrying. And me? I shrink on the mud. He passed by me, then he look back.
�I�m sorry Miss.� Then he help me to get up.
�Are you okay?� he asked.
�Yes I am.�
�Wont you mind if I drive you home?�
�No, don�t bother. I�m fine and my house is near from here.� I lied to him.
�No, I will drive you home. Come on, tell me where is it. The rain is going stronger and you don�t even have an umbrella. You might got sick. By the way, I am Jarred, Jarred Hidalgo. And you?�.
�I am Selena.�
�Nice to meet you. I�m really sorry for what happened a few minutes ago.� Said Jarred.
�It�s okay. Thanks for your time. I might interrupting you, maybe you�re on your way to your girlfriend.� I said.
�No, I don�t have any. Those flowers are for my mother. I�m just fine.� He answers back.

Then the silence spread on the car. Jarred stared at me. I also look to him and I saw the sadness in his eyes, then he turned his head back to the road.


�My house is over there,� then the car stopped.
�Again, thanks for your time. Nice to meet you.� Then we both smile at each other.

One month passed, I�m starting to receive a letters, red roses and chocolates from a stranger ( I really don�t know who is he) that always on my house�s gate. I fell in love with the man who�s behind those letters. He is so poetic and industrious to do this such thing.

After three months, I didn�t see the man. Jarred, he is always in my mind. But I can�t say that I am in love to him because I don�t believe in love at first sight.

It�s May 2, 6:00am when I woke up. I take some relaxing bath and eat some piece of bread loaf then get lost. I�m going to attend a art class workshop. I know I am late and I can sense that my teacher is mad at me.

My instinct is always right. I am late and as a reward I receive some sermon from my professor. I sit down then look around. Thank Go0d it seems that nothing happened.

In the middle of the lecture, a man had just arrived.
�I�m sorry for being late Sir�. He said. Same things happen, he also get his rewards. Then he sit next to me. Why do I feel this way? I am sweating a lot. His face is so familiar. Yes! He is the man last February 14. He is so quiet. The only thing that I notice is his glossy eyes. He didn�t notice me.

Three weeks later, our teacher grouped us by two. He made it by the use of drawlots. And I picked number 3. I cannot find my partner. Then I saw the quiet man, Jarred. He seemed to be out of himself.
�Hey, what number did you pick?� I asked him and didn�t answer. I asked him again. �What number did you pick?� I never get a reply. �WHAT NUMBER DID YOU PICK?!!! IS IT 3?� Thanked God his awakened. He shook his head then he answered. �Yes. You�re