"Color, how lovely yellow is!
It stands for the sun." - Vincent Van Gogh

Taehyung

I never appreciated color enough until I met her. The seven colors that made up the rainbow simply appeared dull and unrealistic.

But she, she made them real.

I was sat outside in the garden when I first saw her. My legs crisscrossed on a stone bench with my sketchbook in hand. Hidden beneath the trees to capture shade cause I often despised the sun.

I watched as people sat around with their friends, talking and laughing about their day, but I've grown accustomed to being alone.

She, in a yellow camisole and jean shorts, came into my life as the sun takes overnight. Her supple brown skin glowed in the light, her hair curled loosely down her back.

"Can I sit with you?" she asked, I did not expect for those words to depart from her mouth it brought a warm feeling to my being.

With departed lips, I moved over on the stone bench allowing her all the space she needed. She brushed her hair behind her shoulders and the smell of vanilla entered my senses. Her scent brought all thoughts of nostalgia to my mind.

Peeping towards my sketchbook she awed noticing the abstract pattern from my charcoal pencil. "What are you drawing?" she questioned moving her body closer to mine.

"I-It's nothing just a sketch," I replied. I watched as she reached into her brown bag and retrieved a small yellow moleskin.

Her slender fingers flipped through the pages until it stopped with a bookmark. I saw the flowers and their distinct pattern. The fluidity of the watercolored paints throughout the drawing.

"It's Monet, I admire him so much," smiling, she continued. "Colors are beautiful especially in nature don't you agree?"

With flustered cheeks, I nodded yes, though I often never used many colors in my own art. I desired to discover the fondness she had for them.

"I-I think your art is beautiful," I spoke honestly, her art was as beautiful as she was.

I couldn't lie that I felt a strong longing for her then. She carried something that I desired to possess. To place her beauty on canvas was a challenge I suppose I could take on. To keep her beauty for my own sake ... seemed more of a rational option.

"Thank you—my names, Emona," she proclaimed, her name was sweet bliss to my ears.

"I-I'm Taehyung" I responded. A smile covered her face, making her round cheeks blush pink as the light struck in her auburn eyes. I would do anything to keep her at that moment. To have her beauty as my art for a lifetime.

Emona was the art I wanted to master.

The art I desired to acquire.