a million miles | Lutteo

p r o l o g u e

I was in kindergarten when it happened. I met you and you were the best thing ever happened to me, after my paintbrushes of course.

I was just four years old when I learned to draw and paint very beautifully for my age. Well what do you expect when your dad is a painter and mom's a photographer. I grew up with lots of paintings and photos on the wall. I even had my own camera, but painting was always the thing that attracted me more.

But back to you. I never believed that as little as one ruined sandcastle in the sandbox could start something beautiful.

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Yes, I'm not dead. And I decided that I wanna do this story like this. This is a short story and I update it whenever I feel like it. So don't push me. I already considered quitting writing fully. The chapters aren't going to be long max 5 pages, or so.