A Forbidden Love Between Worlds

s time, unlike every other morning, he dressed casually. He wore fitted black pants, a white T-s

face. His true desire was to let his hair grow out, but he had no choice but to keep it trimme

thing he needed for his outing: charcoal pencils, an eraser, a blade, and his sketch

se the bus to get around once he arrived. The visit filled him with a sense of freedom and s

time exploring it by bus and on foot, eager to famili

ard a group of people preparing to cross the street, but the traffic light turned green, forcing

hanging. He snapped back to reality only when he saw an

side of the street, dressed in a thick gray skirt and a crisp white blouse. Her chocolate-br

, but his body refused to cooperate. Under normal circumstances, such a desire would have struck him as odd,

? Could what he was wi

t was then that he decided to cross the street, intending to follow her. However, the traffic light change

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ed him, dressed in an executive suit identical to his own. "What h

dazed, as though he

f a woman you painted in a portrait-a face you thought c

confusion, as if he couldn't

you talki

he painting of the

dible painting. That woman looks so real like she could step right

said, his voice trembling as f

ically. "Don't mess with me. You told me you didn't us

med with a nod. "She came co

.. Maybe you just t

saw," Edward

u talk

I was going to follow her

tay locked away in our subconscious. Maybe you painted a memory you didn't even know you had. Or it could just be a

out a small laugh, feeling foolish f

rd-your mother is waitin

quickly. "Today's the meeting

he new CEO of the largest branch

, but at the same time, a sense of freedom," Edward admi

As usual, his mother sat at the head of the table, right beside his father-the undeniable rulers of the room.

ring man with fair skin and honey-colored eyes. Edward had inherited his eye color and his solid b

ntion with his sheer physical presence, and his mother, equally commanding but

features, save for his small, dark eyes, a clear gift from their mother. As the

ins of a branch in another city, as the c

ut there was one unexpected change-they had m

waiting for him there, something that would finally bring him the answers he had been searching for. Perhaps, in th