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Boruto Uzumaki smiled with satisfaction looking at the results of his work tonight. His painting of a naturalistic view of Lake Sentu, which he had been working on for a whole week, produced real inner satisfaction.
A woman wearing a red knee-length dress is in the middle of the painting. He seems to have his back turned and is enjoying what is presented in front of his eyes. Boruto is completely mesmerized.
Even though it's not perfect, Boruto is happy to have successfully completed his twenty-first masterpiece. After marking the bottom of the painting, he chuckled happily and immediately felt proud of himself.
However, the next second, the symmetrical curve on his lips disappeared instantly. Replaced by a look of disappointment and sadness that decorated his expression. He looked down, remembering what his parents said made him feel sick when he looked back at his work just now.
The feeling of pride and satisfaction that had been swelling before had now disappeared, erased by a crushing slap when the voices that had cornered his soul made him doubt and he was once again possessed by disbelief in his own abilities.
He fell again. Down. Afraid. Until it feels like you can't see anything anymore.
"It's useless. A waste of time."
Boruto shook his head, chuckling bitterly. Then he cleaned his hands, then kicked the canvas pole until his masterpiece fell to the floor. His hands parted the tablecloth that was used to put paint and so on, so that the paint that was still on the painting palette now dirty his painting. He smiled wryly, ignored him and left.
*****
His gaze was gloomy. His head was dizzy, but Boruto still insisted on leaving the house to look for scenic objects to photograph for his new painting.
His heart improved again. The gloomy past has been forgotten and it's time to work hard again.
"One more thing," he muttered. "Ah, that's good."
Boruto walked with a big smile across the pedestrian bridge. He focused the camera frame on a row of skyscrapers decorated with twinkling lights. Treated to a night view in the middle of the city, where vehicles were constantly moving, Boruto could only capture images from the bridge.
"Not bad. Look for something cooler later. In this area you don't really see a panoramic view of the sky." his monologue.
He looked left and right. Several people who had just come home from work were busy walking past. Some are alone, some are alone with a partner, some are trading. They have life, he thought. He thought he wasn't like all of them. He felt that what he was doing was useless and just a waste.
Thinking about it again made him feel overwhelmed again by the feeling of failure in life. Boruto looked down, smiling bitterly. His stiff fingers then deleted all the pictures he had just taken tonight. He thought it was all pointless.
He walked unsteadily down the rusty stairs. His eyes were sad, he continued to look down until his shoes hit the sidewalk.
"What a waste of time. How can Dad be proud? His son is wasting his time like this."
Boruto walked, carrying his camera in his left hand. He didn't pay attention to the backpack he was carrying on his shoulders anymore. He sat in the middle of a fence in a housing complex. He would almost be mistaken for a busker if the camera in his hand was a guitar.
Miserable again.
He smiled faintly. Seeing the many vehicles passing on the highway lifted his spirits again. An idea and image formed in his imagination to immediately paint what he saw right now.
"I think this would be good if painted directly." Boruto was about to take his painting equipment out of his bag, but immediately stopped when he realized again that he had just gotten carried away and again forgetting what he was going to do would also be of no use. So, his smile faded, his arms went limp again. Immediately he stood up to go home instead of going crazy alone on the side of the road while the night was creeping on the horizon.
"Hey, why doesn't it happen?"
Someone's voice interrupted. Boruto doesn't care. He thought it was just his imagination, then continued walking ignoring the fast steps behind him which now suddenly stopped after he was suddenly shocked when a hand grabbed his arm.
"You're a painter, right? Why say everything you do is useless?"
Boruto turned his head, reflexively surprised. He suddenly moved angrily and then looked down in embarrassment.
"E-mhm... no, really." He let go of the girl's grip. He finds it difficult to deal directly with strangers. Especially a girl.
"Two weeks ago, you took a photo of me, right? I'm aware of that. I'm not too confident, but I saw you immediately look away after I caught you. That's right?" The girl smiled. She kept looking for answers from Boruto's anxious expression.
"You're a quiet guy, aren't you?" The girl with hair as dark as night made a thoughtful posture, but still flashed a warm smile for Boruto. Meanwhile, Boruto was so amazed that he forgot how to escape. "You're lonely, aren't you?" she asked when he was almost lost in the image, turning her sweet smile into just a thin line.
"What's your name?"
Boruto is nervous. "B-Boruto,"
The girl stretched out her hand then smiled sweetly. "I'm Sarada. Nice to meet you! I hope we can be good friends. I'm lonely too." she said, immediately taking Boruto's hand because the man was just silent.
He smiled awkwardly. "Yes. N-nice to meet you."
Finally he returned Sarada's warm words, as old feelings slowly rose to the surface. Until the false hope that was once dead now begins to shine through the light of the dawning sun.
*****
Three years Boruto loves her. Without knowing who the figure is behind the beauty depicted in her portrait.
He produced dozens of works with pride. The feeling that flows every time you brush a paint brush on a canvas makes all of your masterpieces highly valuable. He channeled his heart and soul into each color that blended together. He never left behind what was hidden in his chest, he always reflected everything he felt while he was in the process in his paintings.
Boruto paints from objects he takes through the camera. But he paints from his heart and mind. The colors of all his works convey every feeling that has ever occurred in his life.
When describing the reflection of the girl he loves, Boruto always smiles. Even though he was afraid and had no hope of ever getting to know her, he remained determined to complete what he had captured on camera.
That girl is always there. Several times when he was looking for a suitable panoramic object, the girl sometimes appeared. Whether it's accidental when he presses the button, suddenly someone's presence appears, or sometimes it's intentional because Boruto realizes that the woman's figure beautifies the view he will capture from his camera. Boruto will secretly take a photo, then paint it against the backdrop of a park view in the middle of the city.
All this passed for three years, but he still didn't dare to just approach to get to know each other. Boruto loves her in silence, in solitude. Until a year ago, the girl came to him and suddenly shocked him spiritually.
She was... Sarada Uchiha, came to him herself. Creating tension in him then with a sweet smile, took his hand and said his name.
Everything is like God's destiny that has been painted on the canvas of his life.
The mysterious woman who Boruto thought would never be on the list of people who knew him, has now become the closest person in his life. Sarada Uchiha had taken his heart, destroying everything in his soul. The girl is full of mystery, but he will still depict Sarada in the most beautiful form in his imagination.
Boruto is truly grateful to have Sarada as his friend. The silence has now been filled by the cheerful sounds of Sarada's sweet laughter. The empty space has been colored by the artist's heart for a year.
"Eh, don't daydream too much! You'll go too far, you know."
His shoulder was tapped, Boruto spontaneously flinched and a small giggling sound was heard just as the busway was running again.
"Y-yes. Sorry." Boruto smiled.
Sarada frowned. "Keep apologizing."
"Yes, sorry,"
"Again..." Sarada furrowed her eyebrows, annoyed at Boruto's attitude.
While there, he chuckled softly. They shifted to the left door when the right door opened, dropping off passengers, replaced by new passengers from the bus stop.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"National Library. You alone? It's really cool to take the busway... you're definitely looking for more painting materials, aren't you?"
Boruto smiled, nodding. Sarada looked at him closely, he became awkward. They fell silent again, facing each other but not speaking at all.
Just when the busway arrived at the Monas stop, Sarada gave Boruto a sweet smile with a waving hand. She came down, Boruto watched her in awe until her presence disappeared.
Sarada Uchiha always looked charming in his view.
*****
"You are sure?" Boruto asked, in disbelief.
Sarada comes to the apartment where he lives. Suddenly hugging him when he was at his lowest point again. She was always there at any time.
When he fall into pain, or even fly in space. Sarada remains loyal through thick and thin. Only the girl praised his work, only she knew how Boruto had struggled alone all this time and only Sarada was someone who appreciated the small things in his life. Which no one else has ever acknowledged.
Sarada now makes him rise again. The girl herself asked Boruto to paint it directly. She made her body to be the object for Boruto's new masterpiece. And Sarada intends to bring Boruto's good name up by uploading all of the young man's work and making what he creates useful for himself and others. Instead of just lying there in the painting room in his apartment.
"I'm sure. Let's sketch my body just like Jack drew Rose's body," she said. "I'm sure the sketch you make will be so beautiful that I might not be able to say anything anymore." Then she giggled excitedly with a smile that was too sweet which made Boruto flinch in awe again.
Sarada began to take off the clothes she was wearing one by one. Her gaze was still focused on his face. Every inch of her innocent body opened slowly, she never looked away for a second from his existence. The young man was charming to her, and Boruto himself was amazed at what was presented before him.
The beautiful girl lay down on the sofa, looking at Boruto sensually as she raised her hands above her head until her chest, which was not covered by a sheet, was exposed to his eyes.
Boruto loves her. He really never imagined Sarada's innocent body would be this beautiful.
If in Titanic, Rose was depicted as the woman wearing a black diamond necklace from her fiance, then now, Sarada is wearing Boruto's camera and leaving it lying on the left side of her face.
The girl is charming. Beautiful. Charismatic and filled with a good aura. He wiped the sweat from his face. He really couldn't help but polish his pencil on paper and outline the body lines of the woman he loved. It was truly an unforgettable beauty to create a work of art full of love in person for the first time in his life.
"You're funny." she said.
He smiled tiredly. This was the first time he truly felt full satisfaction with the work he had created from the dozens of paintings he had completed.
This is his best work. The most beautiful art Boruto Uzumaki has ever created.
"Already finished?"
Boruto nodded. "You are beautiful."
Sarada giggled. Both arms raised and stretched forward, she beckoned Boruto to come closer. He was shocked, then a blush spread almost all over his face.
Boruto finally closed the distance between them, Sarada smiled softly. The girl was still faithfully staring at his eyes. Even he didn't get bored looking at her sooty irises which were as beautiful as the night sky. They stared at each other, until Boruto moved forward again until he stopped when his lips touched Sarada's.
"I love you."
"Me too."
Until there, Boruto fell on top of Sarada's naked body. They fall in love and share equal affection.
The sketch of Sarada's body on the paper is proof that Boruto's art of loving Sarada is something that is expensive.
They are both charming and can never be separated.