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The painting was beautiful
Sunta admired the painting, examining the stitching and the dried painting. It show-cased a lady and a man dancing in the middle of the wooden floor. The other people around them were shaded black, a seeming light focusing on the two couples. The lady's moss colored eyes glowed and the man's slicked back platinum blonde hair shined.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” A voice chimed beside him.
Sunta looked over and saw it was a girl. She wore a cap that covered the top part of her hair, the dark brown hair falling from the cap and covering her back. Sunta met her gaze, her piercing green eyes making his cheek burn red. The girl turned back to face the painting.
“Polemir surly was a great artist. I love how he captured the gaze between the two.” The girl continued.
“Yeah,” Sunta added. “They looked in love.”
Sunta gazed at their face, the woman's round cherubic face and red lips meeting the man's thin face and pale lips. Their eyes met each-other's gaze, the way they looked it seemed like magic .
“My name is Lori, your’s?” The girl sought his gaze.
“My name is Sunta.” He met her gaze again, his cheeks now fully red.
“Your name is nice.” Lori smiled.
“Same with yours” Sunta smiled softly.
Sunta looked down at his watch and saw it was 3 pm. It was the end of his break and he had to continue his work. He looked up at Lori.
“Sorry, I have to go.” Sunta rushed.
“Hope we meet again.” Lori called out as he left the museum.
Sunta stood outside the museum, running towards his car. He entered the car and started the engine, looking down at the clock he installed on-top of the stereo. It was now 3:17 pm and he had to leave quickly before 3:30 pm. Sunta pulled out the parking space and swerved into the road. Luckily the roads were empty and he could drive as fast as he could. Sunta swerved with every turn, turning on the stereo to keep him from panicking.
I
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
Though nothing
Will drive them away
We can beat them
Just for one day
We can be heroes
Just for one day
The song reminded him of his mother and father. The poem his father sent to his mother contained the key points from the song, sadly she wasn’t well enough read them. She wasn’t well enough to breathe even. Sunta lost focus and the car started to turn to the right. But before he could realize, he crashed into a light pole. The airbags activated and protected him from shattering his ribs. Sunta passed out, hitting his head on the clock when he fell from the force. The song continued, being signal to anyone near to help him.