He painted.
With art, he could define everything he was.

She was not so much.
She just watched him paint.

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S U M M A R Y

Eloine Pentaris has always been sure about only one thing-that Andrew Evanston is the love of her life. Too bad they've already broken up. Even worse that she still loves him the same.

So when he suddenly leaves town, disconnecting himself from her and everybody else, what does she do?

Of course, cry a pond over it at the park she calls her safe haven.

Enters Cyan Davis, a new, mysterious boy in town, with tissues and heartwarming quotes to soothe the damsel in distress.

Cyan has a secret that he doesn't tell anyone at school. He paints. To explore everything he is, to define every momentum he gains. She starts observing him everyday-painting alone by the river Islaire, and starts wondering why he is so secretive about his talent.

As she notices him painting with a talent like no one else in the whole Islaire town, sthe gets a little more attracted to him and his uniqueness, each day. The curiosity to know him grows more and more.

Then one fine day he catches her noticing him. And their lives collide for a memorable journey.

As eventually they come closer, her to know each other better, more things are realized than ever before. With both having stories to be told on their sides, their canvasses are only about to get painted.

A U T H O R ' S N O T E

This book will be a simple story focusing on teenage relationships. It will follow the journey of Eloine as she discovers true meanings of love, dream, relationships, choice of living, and hope.

I hope it will be a story my readers will enjoy. Your support has always meant a lot to me, and hope you will support this new project as well.

Also, comments made before Dec 11, 2016, may not make sense because of editing.

CASTS are yet to be decided. Any suggestions would be nice.

U P D A T E S C H E D U L E

Being the irregular person that I am, especially now that college has started and I barely get the time even to open wattpad in college, I cannot promise regular updates.

But I'll try to update once in a week. Favorably every Saturday.

No promises though. Because key word here is try.

C O P Y R I G H T

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, taking screenshots, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission from the author.

I would like to warn dear plagiarists that if you even think of copying anything from this story, I'd be happy to hand you over to the police. And I have the right and power to do so.

IF YOU THINK OF COPYING, BETTER BE READING THIS TOO.

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