Painting By Heaven

"You can leave if you can not take my memories. "

Under the scorching swell of early morning. On a cold floor mix of cement, water, and sand. The shadow of the basketball hooped across his body. Illustrates a transparent black accent above the skin. The sun is almost drying the wet leaves whose water has been dropping Airin's hair. Soothing the scalp in which saves a lot of anxiety. Just an ordinary girl without excess expertise.

Attitudes are also always closed so as not to attract the attention of other students. He really wants to be calm with his own story. Other people's talk about him is like the wind that shakes the hair and clothes. Just one person. Only Arga knows the ins and outs of the facts about it. Airin shared his suffering and Arga graciously accepted. Beloved is not just about loving and being loved but faithful to accompany even in weak or less.



"Are you here?" The silhouette of an 18-year-old man's body blocking the light, forcing Airin to open the one that had been closed. "Me and the teachers are looking for you everywhere." There was a panting breath between every word Arga. Airin looked up at the body of a man standing next to him full of sweat droplets.

The expression of concern that Airin always gets. Worry and anxiety shine clear from the eyes of a man nine months older than him. "You do not always have to look for me. When I leave, no one will think of me. "Arga put her body in equal position. The girl who always looked miserable in her presence. He gently stroked Airin's gleaming brown hair from the king's daylight. Gentle is always in the grip. The scent of shampoo bursts into the sense of smell. Arga noticed the details of Airin's life.

"I'm thinking of you, your parents, too."
"They do not even know my problem." Clear water drips back as the sky is back gray. As if agree with Airin's opinion. The weather is not constant but can the sky describe the mood of an Airin. "You can trust me. I will change your feelings. Give me time. "Hugging his girl, putting her body in a warm sincerity was Arga's dream. But Arga can not be selfish. He did not want Airin to feel uncomfortable. Airin accepts his presence more closely is enough.
"You make me feel even more guilty."

Arga frowned. His eyes focused on the girl who was looking at her sharp and sad. The most frequent Arga look found since Airin lost a meaningful person. Bak lost identity even to laugh sincerely was very difficult. "Why?"
"You know why I accept you? Why am I willing to live this relationship? Because you .. "Airin sobbed deeper until his voice thinned and hoarse. His breath stagnating water in his nose. Accompanied by small drops of water poured out by the sky. "Because you look like him. I feel like seeing him every time I see you. That's why we can date now. "Airin almost lost control of his speech.

Why hurt the feelings of people like Arga can be so easy for him? Her voice disappears as the sky weeps over their story. He grasped Arga's hand tightly. Drop the water into warm and soft hands that always willing to be a tranquilizer: a guide when he does not know the direction: who set up his body when he collapsed. Arga no longer able to restrain his emotions. Airin said why easy. Iba, angry, sad. All the flavors were mixed with the rain. Airin looked up, aware of the gray white uniform they were drenched. Thank goodness Arga's tears were obscured by the rain. At least Arga does not look too sad.

Airin sobbed even more when the man in front of her was silent. Allowing rain water to sweat the sweat. Arga's eyes stared blankly at her. Guilt again stopped him. Why accept a man who is willing to sacrifice his feelings and be seen as someone else? Airin feels injured one more person. His mind is chaotic, his heart loves people who have gone far to heaven. In front of him was a man with many similarities between them. Stating what it felt, re-pioneering the beautiful love story for Airin. Her feelings could not be denied. Falling in love again overwrite even when he does not want to. Airin just does not know who it actually fell for.

"I'm sorry." Airin's rhythm burst into Arga's powerful body. Under the water dentum that pierces into their skin layers. Warm. They both crossed the minds of the lovers. The eyes of several eyes staring from the orange-painted buildings they ignored. Tears of Airin are warm in the chest of Arga as it flows between cold rainwater. Airin wanted to do it even before they were together.

Ever since the shadow of the return of the man appears. He wants to vent longing with hugs. However, this time can still be said not for Arga. "You're not sorry, are you?" Airin tried to ask with the rest of his energy. Arga shook his head. He also could not speak. Her girl's embrace silenced all the nerves. His body was like a hard-hit concrete that was difficult to lift. Pain is already attached even now he has been comfortable.

The atmosphere is improving, their classroom atmosphere is cool. The rumors of Airin subsided thanks to Arga. Bebungaan grow around them also in the heart. Airin did not close all his memories. Not infrequently Arga should be stretchy when Airin did something unexpected again. No complain, no sorry feeling, there is only unlimited love for Airin. The girl he admired even before Airin lost it.

Arga immediately pulled the arms of the girl sitting on the window sill. Her legs were poked out, hands clasped on the window hooks. They were on the second floor. That's what makes Arga worry. He returned from a home 6 kilometers from school to make sure Airin did not do anything stupid. Her feelings can not calm down. Airin always comes home late. Of course since the tragic incident. Just to hear some songs playing on the sound taken without the permission of the school.

"Have not you gone home?" Airin's innocent face eases Arga's fears. Her hands slipped slowly from her sleeves wrapped in Airin's white shirt. He positioned the body next to Airin. The 160-centimeter girl can not lie. When he's planning something will be easy to read. Sorrow, anger, and frustration will appear only with Arga looking at her.

I'm back for worrying about you. "Airin smiled thinly. He faces back to the field with several children playing basketball underneath. Arga can not take his mind off Airin. He just glanced briefly at the field that was a silent witness when Airin poured his feelings on Arga. Arga used to look at her like this. Airin a difficult girl to realize when being noticed. He does not really care about the views of those who like him. That is the ignorance that hurts a person sincerely at him and sometimes hurts himself.

"You must think I'm going to kill myself." Arga's eyes rounded. The word 'suicide' sounds a little frightening in his ears. His worries were only limited to do recklessness. Once it had occurred but now Airin turns warmer. "No. I'm just worried about why you stayed at school until dusk like this. "Airin smiled again but this time wider. The warmth flowed in his skin even though the wind was interlocked. Actually he always felt the warmth when near Arga. The warmth she craved when she met love. Air contains breaths Arga feels more comfortable to inhale.

"I miss someone. When I see them playing, there should be one more person there. It makes me always feel bad. "This time Arga focus on some students playing basketball there. Those are friends of people who Airin mean. With a shabby uniform, wet with sweat and raindrops. Arga lowered his head: repeatedly banging his forehead against the window. Hands support the wound on the glass that protects them from the rain. Somehow it feels heartbreaking. Airin is not full of his feelings. Every time he remembered that Airin always said his own sad and painful thing for Arga.

Arga walked more deftly in front of Airin. Now he had entered the silent area. The area that the girl avoids to come with anyone. Her sadness does not want to be gibbered by others. Though her heavy legs stepped by forcing her to a place that would obviously make her sad again. "Why did you bring me here?" His eyeball was already watery, once closed his eyelids then Arga would see her cry again. The iron fence as high as Airin's chin separated them.

As in the different realms even on the same land. Arga was already standing on the mound that her inhabitants always thought of. People who are not easy to forget or even Airin can not. The one who made Airin fall in love with him. Their relationship can happen because of the people down there. "You said you missed him, did not you?" Airin shook his head softly, sobbing. The sky again depicts her feelings. Cloudy back umbrella them. Arga was so sorry she could not bear to see Airin. Her eyes watered. The girl was adept at getting her touched. He chose to duck. He did not want tears to drip and his girl watched. "I can not. We'll go home. "Airin went.

Arga sat her body weakened by pain. Like there is a trust on both shoulders. Both were written to accompany Airin. Keeping the girl who only thinks of him as another man, accompanies the girl who cries for another man, and makes himself a source of encouragement. Jealousy can not be completely destroyed. He even did the painful thing just for the sake of relieving Airin. Love is totally blind. But Arga is satisfied that he has been blinded by Airin's love. He was not sure Airin would be better off if he met someone else. Though worry always plagues Arga in every Airin behavior.

Arga caressed a tombstone stuck on the soft soil because of the rain a few hours ago. It was written that name always made Airin sad when considering it. Below the date when Airin wanted to end his life right then and there. Because when he leaves it in pain Airin is also left in regrets that are believed to be a lifetime. "Thank you for leaving him. I am grateful God chose me to be the tranquilizer. She can not live happily with regret from you. Let me change it. All the feelings of Airin on you. The pain he received, let me have it. "

Feelings can change but no memories. Shed a tear because memories are not a forced cry. When remembering memories do not let someone get hurt. Do not let them get away, leave you back to the loneliness. Airin was lucky because Arga he thought the duplication of the person who haunted his memory did not demand much. Even Arga was willing to accompany Airin when he remembered his memories. Someone who wipes tears, stroking her hair and providing her shoulders to support her pain.

"You can leave if you can not take my memories."
"Will not."
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