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She is my talented student.

She is a girl who is more than ten years older than me. She is smart and talented. have outstanding talent Have a sweet smile and has a beautiful, mesmerizing voice

“Teacher, what color should I take here?”

the talented student asked, holding her canvas closer. I looked down at her picture for a moment. It is a beautiful acrylic painting. The picture shows a man and woman sitting snugly together. The young woman wore a flowing white dress. She has long, dark brown, shiny hair. and a young man wearing a dull brown suit

I couldn't figure out what the two of them looked like. Because they both sat with their backs looking out at the evening sea. The sky was orange and the sun was just about to set.

It's a beautiful picture.

“Would you like to try adding some pink here first?” I said, using the paintbrush I held in my hand to point at the light orange sky.

“In the sky?” She looked up at me. Her eyes were big and sparkling.

“Um, this picture is too orange. I think it looks warm. But if you add a little more pink Then the picture will give a more romantic atmosphere,” I replied, and she smiled.

The look in her eyes sometimes makes my heart beat faster. Even though it's impossible between me and you I tried to stay put and admire her from a distance. But sometimes it's so hard to stop yourself from thinking...

..don't let me think that you also think. The same way as me too...

“Is it better yet?”

Her clear voice asked after she disappeared to edit her drawing. This time the picture on the canvas looked much more beautiful than before. It became a picture filled with the love and warmth of a couple.

“Come closer,” I told her.

At that time, she looked up at me. Her eyes seemed to be a little shaken. What a dangerous feeling.

Her canvas was sent to me. And when I took it, she sat down in the empty seat next to me. It was her usual place. We often sat together like this when I would teach her special drawing techniques.

“Do you like lilies?”

" like "

Her clear voice answered nearby. At the same time, I used the tip of the brush to add potted plants and lilies to the image. After that, a few more little birds flying in the evening breeze were added. Many times I secretly glanced at her who was staring intently at the tip of my brush.

This time I am very happy.

“You're much more beautiful,” her voice said.

“They call it adding the perfect elements to the picture.”

“Is it an element?”

There was curiosity in her voice. Just like the look in your eyes I dropped the paintbrush into a nearby glass of water. before turning to talk to her seriously.

“Her picture, the highlight of the narrative is two men and a woman sitting looking at the sea, right? If we talk about storytelling this much would be enough. But it would be more beautiful if there were other illustrations. Add it to get the complete composition. For example, this bird. If it's not in the picture,

The picture still has meaning. But when adding it, the picture becomes more beautiful. Even though it doesn't mean anything to the picture. Whether it's a lily or a potted plant, these images are meant to enhance the beauty of the image of men and women that are her distinctive features…” I said, and once again, the look in her eyes made my heart flutter.

“Teacher is really good,” she smiled.

I gently caressed her head. When you feel that your closeness is starting to become dangerous. So I pulled myself out of the trembling feeling by bending down to pick up a glass of water to wash my brushes in the bathroom, leaving her with her masterpiece.

Many times I left you with a relationship that cannot be continued

“The sky is almost dark. Haven't you come back yet?…”

I asked as I saw her lying down on the cushion. She's doing this again. She was always last in the class. The entire classroom was now devoid of any students except her. There was very little light outside the window.

She didn't answer.

“Did you... Did you hear that? I said it was almost dark. It's past time to finish school."

“Wait for the paint to dry first.”

She replied, turning around and facing the other direction as if to avoid me in annoyance. I sat in the teaching chair some distance away from her. It was very difficult not to look towards her at this time. I began to put teaching materials in boxes. The brush was wiped with a dull cloth to dry it and maintain its beautiful shape.

There was a loud rattling sound every time I inserted the brush handle into the box. And sometimes I hear the sound of a clock ticking

The room was completely silent except for the sound of the clock as I put everything away.

“I think it must have dried up.”

“Teacher...”

Her voice spoke against me. And at that moment she pushed herself up and sat up without turning towards me. She just sat with her back to me.

“Today is my birthday.”

“...Yes, but I don't have a present for you. Play and tell me now."

I told her, I didn't know today was her birthday. I don't remember if she ever told me or not. But even though I remember and know that today is your birthday I wouldn't be able to give her anything special.

“I really want to eat cake...”

Her words were like hitting me indirectly. My brain was so damaged that I didn't know what I should or shouldn't do next.

"... Hee~ I understand. I'll take you out to eat..."

I took her out of school in my own car. We stopped at a Starbucks near a large shopping center. Which is fortunate that this branch is open 24 hours.

We sat and ate a small snack that was enough to replace the cake she wanted to eat. And I bought her a drink. Looking outside the shop, the sky was already dark. It would have been inappropriate for me to personally take her out. While raising a glass of cold chocolate, he drank. I glanced at her.

No one here would know that the two of us were together as students and teachers. For a moment I thought I wanted to do something bad to her. and felt terribly guilty when he regained his senses

“Where is your house?”

“Master, are you going to send me off?” she asked with a sweet smile.

“It's already late now. And why didn't your parents call to follow up?"

I was surprised that she never talked about her parents. I never saw anyone from her family pick her up or drop her off at school. And until now There was no one who called after her. It was already past school time.

“No one is home. No one knows if I'm home or not.” She continued to smile.

“Are you alone?”

" yes "

This gap is like an opportunity for me to take advantage. I stopped talking and almost held my breath to stop myself from thinking bad thoughts. for a moment

“Why is that?”

"...Can't you tell me..."

Her smile has faded. And she seemed a little sad. It's unbelievable that her picture right now makes me feel so sad.

"Um.. If there's anything you're uncomfortable with, just tell me."

At that moment, she picked up a small bag. of her as she rose from her chair. I looked after her in my mind, wondering if I had accidentally said something bad.

“Can you please follow me out?”

" this! Just one first! ”

She didn't finish speaking and walked out of the store. I shouted to her as I hurriedly gathered up my personal belongings and stomped after her. Her little feet moved so fast that I started to run after her little by little. Maybe it was because she was still young that she still had good energy.

I ran after her out of the coffee shop. And she stormed onto the footbridge on the other side that connected to a large department store. As I ran up to the top steps of the overpass, I saw her standing with her arms on the edge of the cement and looking down in the middle of the bridge. I crouched down slightly, gasping for breath from exhaustion. One hand came up and gently rubbed his own chest.

I must be very old now.

When you take a break, breathe until you feel better. So I walked towards her. The wind up here is quite strong. She was still staring out at the street full of cars and people. Her long hair was blowing slightly in the wind. It was a perfectly beautiful picture. I want to stop time right now and pick up a brush and a canvas with my favorite brand of expensive paints to paint a picture of her.

Add one more of her paintings to the bedroom drawer. and keep it deep Locked tightly with a good key. To ensure that those images will definitely not be seen by anyone.

"Don't run out like that again," I said in a serious tone. And it mixes with the sound of my breathing

"...." She didn't answer and just stared into the distance.

“Do you want to say something?”

I asked her. Her picture now looked so sad that I felt a pang in my heart. That's probably because I knew myself. Probably wouldn't be able to help her at all.

“Is the picture I drew today beautiful?”

“It's beautiful, haven't you told me yet?”

I replied, at the same time I planted my arms on the cement edge and looked down at the ground below, like her. A cool wind blew against my face, making me feel a little cold. I wonder if she's cold.

“No, I didn't say.”

“Beautiful... this is what I told you.”

She remains quiet While I was confused about what was wrong with her She removed her hand from the cement edge and hugged me, her small arms hugging my body tightly. I stood still and couldn't move. His heart pounded loudly and his body felt as if it was cold all the way down to his toes. The scent of her perfume wafted in, inviting me to come closer and inhale the scent. It's like a dream that will never come true.

“Teacher...”

Her voice calls... Teacher, it reinforces who you are and who I am.

I gently held her shoulder. As he looked down at her face, he had difficulty swallowing the trembling feeling in his throat. ...like a dream that will never come true... And I should have to live with reality, not dreams.

I should open my eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

“In that picture... the woman is me.. And the other man I intend to draw will be a teacher,” she said.

I felt extremely angry at fate. I'm glad she revealed that she had feelings for me. And I'm sorry that you feel good for me too... It was a difficult feeling. I don't want her to be hurt. If I were selfish and kept her instead of the picture I secretly drew of her so often

Put her in a hidden drawer.. If I embraced her back as I wanted, it would be very wrong, right?

“...So... I can't draw like that at all...” I replied, gently stroking her head.

“Next time I will draw something similar... ”

My heart swelled until it was tight in my chest. and painful at the same time...

Her small body was pushed away by me. My hand still gripped her shoulder and forced some distance between us. The way it should be I don't know what expression I have on my face right now. And I had to calm down for almost a minute before I dared to look her in the eye.

... I saw a look of disappointment in his eyes.. I know she's disappointed. I understand that feeling very well...

“Then I'd like a solo photo,” I replied.

At that time, she smiled... And she raised her hand to wipe away her tears. Gradually the sobbing sound slowly coming out I still hold her shoulder. And felt her body trembling...

Even though she now raised both hands to cover her face. But the feeling of pain that I couldn't speak still hit me. Inside...

I want to hug you so much... But I can't do that...

We spent a lot of time standing there... For how long, I don't remember... I just remember I stood there looking at her, waiting...waiting until she stopped crying. We let the people who used this bridge pass us by without paying any attention to them... I miss tomorrow...

If we have to meet again Will you still be able to smile like before? Will I be able to stop myself from loving you more than this?

I wanted to ask her to dump all her sorrow on me. I want there to be only a smile on your face, not tears of disappointment. And I'll put your pain in a drawer Lock it tight. Hidden from everyone's sight Just keep it for yourself...

In her painting there is hair...

But I know very well that I'm not the man sitting next to her... I am just a bird flying in the wind. It's a lily and a potted plant... It's just an illustration in a scene that will make her image even more beautiful.

I was the teacher who taught her to paint. I push her talent to stand out... Every time I see her I feel proud. She's getting better every day. She's cuter and more beautiful every day... I see it in everything. The day you grow up And even though I love you so much... I will ask for just a small illustration.

That doesn't hold anything important...

It's just a color added to make you more beautiful than anyone else. Perfectly outstanding... It's birds, it's lilies and potted plants... To push her to move forward beautifully...

And I hope that one day...

You will meet the person who is worthy of being that man... someone who will sit beside you forever...

(c) Music Box

Rewrite ( Oct 24,2018 )

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