"The more you love,
The more you suffer"
—Vincent Van Gogh

Taehyung

Her beauty was enchanting; she sat down on the grass surrounded by yellow and orange rose bushes as she looked directly towards me.

Her skin glistened reflecting the sunlight as natures womb harbored her body. Today she wore a tight fitted dress with thin straps along her shoulders.

The peach color matched perfectly as a combination of the yellow and orange roses that bloomed behind her. Her hair was half up and half down and a ringlet gently fell in front of her face.

"How am I doing?" she asked, I quickly walked from behind my easel and I stooped to where she sat. Her bare legs folded behind her as she rested on her side.

I took the curl gently in my hand as it dangled between my fingers. I placed it behind her ear as we made eye contact.

"You're perfect. don't worry," I complimented making her coffee colored cheeks portray a rosy hue.

I stepped back as I continued to sketch using my pencil to form the curves in her figure. Her hips rounded her body and her arms nicely delicate.

I began to draw her face, separating it with light perpendicular lines. I glanced at her eyes they were big and brown and her eyelashes were curled upward.

Her button nose was centered while I focused on the position of her lips. Plump as she pouted, the pink and brown shades created an ombré.

I sighed as I thought about touching them with my own, being able to feel the softness of her skin. Our lips connected as our hearts danced together in harmony. She'd flutter her eyes shut as her face rested in my palm. Both of us gasping for air as our foreheads touched then departing from one another.

"You look very focused," her voice startled me out of my fantasy. She giggled as she pointed to her bottom lip making me realize that I was forcefully biting into my own.

"I've finished the sketching portion, " I spoke.

"Cool let me see!" she shouted, untangling her limbs and running behind me. Her height a bit lower than my own she hovered close.

"Wow," she said quietly making my brows furrow.

"What ... do you think?" I asked.

"It's... n-nothing I just didn't think I was that beautiful," she laughed as her auburn eyes glistened. The golden hour of the sun enhancing her features.

"Emona, you are extremely beautiful, the most beautiful girl I've seen, " I admitted as her eyes shifted up from the ground.

Her lips formed a small smile. "Thank you Taehyung," she responded.

A loud ringtone disrupted our moment as she rushed to pick up her phone. She eyed the contact before placing the device to her ear.

"Hey, Aniya what's up? gosh, I totally forgot... I had made plans but I'm sure he wouldn't mind," her eyes shifted to me with a worrisome expression. "Okay I'll see you soon goodbye," she spoke.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Aniya and I had made plans beforehand and tonight is our double date, " she shrugged.

"Double date?" I spoke worriedly.

"Yeah, her and Namjoon and Jimin and I."

"Y-you are dating Jimin?" I stuttered.

"Not yet... but we are getting close. Maybe something will come from it," smiling she walked to pick up her bag and placed it on her shoulder.
"I'll see you later Taehyung, " she waved leaving me dumbfounded.

I placed the pencil down on the easel as I sat on the stool with my face in my palms. The heart-wrenching pain left me uneasy as I felt hot tears form pools in my hands.

Looking up with a drenched face my watering eyes distorted my vision of the art that I created. The sketches of her body becoming faded as the tears continued to disperse.

My art was not safe, it was being taken from me.
The convict had no remorse and no idea as to how much I loved her. His selfishness was masked by his charm and appeal to fool her heart.

I used the back of my hand to dry my eyes as I lifted my body from the stool. Walking over to the orange and yellow roses I twirled a dying one between my fingers. The yellow petals falling as I twisted the stem disappearing as she would soon from me.

I realized that I must strive harder to hinder my art from others. Securing her for myself; alluring her soul to fall for me. My dear Emona.