Chapter 1

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...“Love can indeed make a person blind. But sometimes… love can also bring beautiful colors that adorn a gray world.”...

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THUD!!!

Fita dropped all the surrounding things. The room was a mess, the paintings she had made over the years just shattered. She smashed the canvas, stepped on it with a wheelchair, and threw it on the floor repeatedly to destroy the painting, now… the room was a mess.

Margaret who passed the room was very surprised to see her niece was now destroying the whole room, she rushed in trying to stop her. She hugged Fita, who was sitting in a wheelchair from behind, and started crying. Margaret could not stand to see Fita in such a slumped state.

"Please stop..." Margaret said, whispering in her ear. Fita could only sob when Margaret hugged her. "Don't be like this, if you continue like this it will make auntie even more worried about your situation..."

Fita Nathanael, that's her name. A talented and well-known young artist in Future City, where she lives. Over the years, her name has skyrocketed since she made her debut in the art world. Each of she works costs hundreds of millions of dollars, and painting collectors from all over the country are always looking forward to her next work. Every work that Fita makes, always has a deep meaning. Every stroke, color, and appearance always manages to amaze everyone. In fact, in each of her works, she always manages to make people feel as if they can feel what is written in the ink scribbles in the form of the painting. For Fita, painting is her world, and painting is everything. But all that changed… after her accident.

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"You're not eating, honey?" Margaret looked at Fita who had been daydreaming as she continued to see her dinner, she didn't even touch her food at all.

"I'm not hungry," she mumbled quietly without turning her head.

"Even if you're not hungry, at least you eat a little, so you don't get sick. You haven't eaten or drank in almost three days."

"I'm not in the mood," she answered simply. Margaret is increasingly worried about Fita's condition as it is now.

Margaret was silent, looking at Fita who was staring blankly at the plate containing her food. "If she continues like this… she might get sick. I have to do something, but what? What can I do to get she back in her spirits?" her inner.

"I am home." Parker stepped in, bringing Margaret's attention to him, who had just come home from work. Margaret got up and walked over to him. "Welcome home, honey, how was your day?" Margaret reached for her husband's briefcase, landing a peck on his cheek.

"It was quite a tiring day, maybe because I just got into work and had to adapt to a lot of things at the office."

"Oh… you must have been through a lot today."

"That's how it is."

"Wait, what are you bringing?" Margaret looked at the paper bag in his hand.

"This is a gift for Fita, maybe this will get her excited again."

"Gift?" Margaret repeated him words.

Parker went to the dining room, there Fita sit in his wheelchair. Margaret put her husband's briefcase and coat on the table, she then went to the dining table and sit back down in her chair.

"Fita see what uncle brought for you." Parker smiled, he then took out the contents of the paper bag he was carrying and put it near Fita. There was a set of watercolors and several types of brushes that his had just taken out of the paper bag. "All of this, uncle, bought especially for you. So when you can walk again and use your right hand like before, you can go back to painting. You must be impatient to wear it, right? Back to painting like before."

Fita was silent, ignoring her uncle's words, she glanced at the watercolors and brushes that had just been taken out of the paper bag that Parker had brought for her. Every time she saw that thing, every time that too her was reminded of the accident she had.

Margaret and Parker looked at each other for a moment, then looked back at Fita, who still didn't respond. Fita started to move, she grabbed the watercolor and brush. Parker smiled, a good sign, while Margaret felt that Fita didn't like her husband's gift.

Fita moved her wheelchair with the controller, she went to the trash can and put it all in it and then just went to her room.

Parker was disappointed by what he had just seen, while Margaret could only sigh in response to her husband. "Why does she look displeased? Why did she throw away the gift I gave him instead?" Parker said.

"You shouldn't have bought her all that." Margaret replied. Parker looked at his wife in confused.

"Why? Am I wrong? I was just trying to cheer her up. And as we all know, Fita loves to paint. She should be happy that I bought all of that for her."

"Let me show you something, honey." Margaret got up from her seat followed by Parker who then stepped behind Margaret.

"Look." Margaret opened the door to Fita's completely ruined private art gallery. All of her paintings were damaged. Parker silent, he looked around the room, and he can't say do to describe his surprise.

"What happened here?" Parker turned to Margaret.

"Fita did all this."

"What? But, why?"

"I don't know because she didn't want to explain the reason to me earlier. But judging by her attitude… she was really mentally shaken by the accident."

"I'm so worried about her condition."

"Me too, and I plan to consult a doctor about this. Who knows, the doctor will advise Fita to see a psychiatrist or psychologist to help her recover."

"That is a good idea."

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Fita closed her room tightly. Silence, that was all she could feel, and what she saw… was only gray. All the colors in her life seemed to just disappear along with the accident she experienced.

Fita moved her wheelchair slowly towards her dressing table. She stared at the photo frame above her in silence. In the picture there is she with her parents when she first debuted in the world of art, when her first work she made was bought by a painting collector from Dreametopia for hundreds of millions of dollars, and at that time she was only 11 years old.

Fita shed tears, she gently wiped the photo in her hand. "Mom… dad… I'm sorry…”

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