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It's been about a week since he's heard from him. The last thing he said to Ren was "I don't want to see you sad." That was through text message. Ren obviously answered, though he couldn't remember what and he didn't want to see the conversation. He hasn't answered back. The funny thing was that he has made Ren cry so many times, and he didn't know it. Ren would never tell.

Ren was currently walking down the street, carrying a bag of art supplies he just bought. His cellphone rang, and he stopped to check if it was his aunt that wanted him to go to the studio or if his friend wanted to talk to him. But the text message was from him.

I miss you. I'm sorry.

Ren dropped the bag, and tried not to cry. He wondered if it were tears of relief or tears of sadness.

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"Yep, an art student," Ren gave a happy nod, not noticing her confusion at all. Whenever he spoke about art, he relaxed and forgot all prior discomfort. "I just came from school, actually. I'm only carrying my sketchbook though, we're going to paint tomorrow." He gave her a bright smile, not noticing he was blabbering. Then he shook his head. "No, I just supposed...not many come by this road. 

As she noticed the confusion, Cecilia wondered if she had done something wrong. Never before had she experienced a greeting like this, though tried to play along the best she could and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “An art… student?” Now it was her time to be confused albeit hiding it the best she could. Her head lowered in to a few curt nods to indicate that she was listening, light chuckles escaping her as she had already been painted on a regular basis. “I will remember that,” she smiled sweetly. “I seem to be, though… Is it obvious?”

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      — `ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɢʟɪᴍᴘsᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ                                                                ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴍᴇɴᴀᴄᴇ

The legend of the phoenix tells about how it can rise from it’s own ashes. Rises again to be something more than it was before. So goes the story of Phoenix Snow, the girl with a contradiction for a name. Cold as ice with a rage that burns like a furnace. Being of few words, but a high body count, she has worked hard for the reputation she has; having been called everything from a cold blooded murderer to a vigilante for the innocent. None of that matters in the long run, because no one knows who Phoenix really is. But what they does know, is that if you give her a target, well…you can figure out the outcome.

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Ren stares at her hand, wondering why she didn't shake. He took her hand and shook it gently. "I'm an art student," he begins to explain. "So if you see your face on a drawing or painting, I hope you'll know who made it," he finished with a slight joke. His smile turned into a frown, he noticed the scared look on her face earlier, perhaps it was because of his suddenness, but he wondered..."Do you happen to be lost?"

Cecilia’s features relaxed a little when she realized that he in fact reminded her slightly about someone in the Kingdom; not only by his looks, but also by his timid behaviour. “Oh, is that so?” Cecilia spoke in amusement as her lips crved into a smile. It wasn’t the first time she had heard a comment among those lines as she often had to pose for a portrait, though it never failed to lighten up her mood. After all, what better compliments could there be out there? Lightly, she shook her head in response. “Please, don’t worry about it.” Though, as he reached out for a handshake, she couldn’t help but to get a little confused. “I’m Cecilia,” she replied,  and reached out with a hand as well.

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He blinks. Realizing he had spoken aloud, he nods. "Y-Yes, you. I couldn't help thinking that you'd look good in a painting." He gave her an awkward smile, hoping he didn't sound creepy or anything. Ren didn't mean this comment in any other way, he was being honest. As an artist, seeing things that inspired a drawing or a painting wasn't weird. Though this was the first time he had said it aloud to said inspiration, and he felt embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Ren." He outstretches his hand out to shake, hoping to make amends.

Cecilia barely registered a male’s voice as she was busy observing her surroundings; as far as she was aware, no one would have a reason to approach her in this world. Though, she turned towards it nonetheless, only to be surprised as she seemingly faced the owner. “I apologize,” she started. Her features was painted with a thick layer of confusion and she inclined her head. Frozen in her actions, she simply stared at him with big eyes of the shade green. “Were you talking to me?” 

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Ren was surprised upon seeing so many people. He often took this route after school, and it was't common on seeing so many people come by here. He considered on quickening his pace, he didn't want to bump into anyone and cause trouble. But he stopped upon seeing something that caught his attention. "Your face..." he says slowly, with a curious expression,"it'd look good on a painting."

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A lotus flower is born in water, grows in water and rises out of water to stand above it unsoiled. So I, born in the world, raised in the world having overcome the world, live unsoiled by the world."

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Choi Ren ( 蓮 ). Age 19. An art student. British Korean, lives in Seoul. Works as an assistant for a fashion designer, as a model, sewing help, most of the time he cleans. 

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