PS: I know you wish to meet me but I don't. Not anymore. Humans are weird species. They keep cribbing till their dreams don't come true but when they do, they don't know what to do.
You were my mission, my goal that I have accomplished with flying colours. Pat on my back but dear Kenny, I won't be coming back to you or this place. I am done with everything. I will live my life the way I want to, you do that too.
Remember me like your favourite chapter that could never get published.

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Kenny-

It's been three years since my life-changing trip to Sugar Coast. But I still read Al's letter the first thing in the morning. My Phone's wallpaper is a picture of her and my room is filled with her miniature paintings. Everyone was wrong. She wasn't a transitory phase of my life because it took her just five days to conquer my heart, permanently.

I wasn't heartbroken. I was living my life like I wanted to. Doing films, not just action but exploring other genres too. Tia and I were no longer together. My parents threatened to disown me, her father blackmailed me to ruin my career. But I was determined to live my life on my terms and I was never happier. Though there was a void and will always be because Al was not with me.

I tried to search for Al all the time. Every vacation, every shooting location, every traffic light, every place to eat, I looked for her in facet of life. My star power was growing and my fandom was stronger than any other in the world.

"What else could you ask for, Kenny? You are the undisputed king of Hollywood." A reporter asked me in an interview.

One thing, that changed drastically was that I enjoyed giving interviews. I realised it was a way to connect with my fans. I stopped making up things and spoke just the truth. It was also a way to convey my feelings to Al.

"What I really want is, a hand that knows how I like to hold hands." I quoted Al's words and a smile made its way to my face. She was my perpetual thought. The reporter looked confused and asked me to elucidate.

I chuckled because someone said it turned them on. "Holding hands is the most intimate expression of love and when someone knows exactly how to hold your hand, you feel cherished. Everyone thinks I have the world in my hands but my world is in the hands of someone else. Before you ask me who, I would like to say she was a weirdo who turned my life upside down."

I could see my manager rolling his eyes at my statement. He thought I was mad since I was still waiting for Al who clearly said she would never come back. But I knew fate was a drama queen. It will unite me with my crazy girl after all the drama was done.

Days were passing but my hope was alive.

"Daniel, please save me. I don't want to go there." I pleaded to my manager who was enjoying my misery.

My mother had ordered me to come for her new fabric launch party. Yeah! Just fabric, not clothes. There won't be any sexy models too. Just old, bald buyers. Umm... I loved Al but that doesn't mean I couldn't look at other hot girls. Though I had sex only with Al. Masturbating with her in my mind made me cum even without actually playing with my dick. The way she owned my thoughts made me insane.

I got dressed in a crisp blue white shirt, blue blazer and matching pants for my mother's event.

She unveiled the new collection and it was impressive like always. The hostess was explaining about the designs but I was zoned out. I had better things to do like thinking about Al.

"This last design you see here is a trial design. For the first time, we have tried to add real paintings to our fabrics. No two fabrics will be of the same kind and that is what makes them unique and peculiar."
My eyes shifted to the stage and my heart started to race. The design was... Al. It was her art. I was tapping my foot to kill the anxiety building up in me and I couldn't wait for everything to get over.

"Mom, who is the painter of this design?" My mother was startled by my sudden interest but her motherly instinct told her what I was asking. She immediately went to the designer who was in charge of the design.

"Oh! This was purely experimental. My fiancée is a painter and loves painting silhouettes. She gave me the idea and I gave it a shot. It came out so good, ain't it?"
Fiancée? No! Al can't get engaged.
My poor heart.

"I want to meet your fiancée, right now," I ordered the designer with authority and he complied.

"She is here only. I will call her."
The designer was lost in the pool of people and my mother rubbed my arm to calm me down. My relationship with my parents was never better. After Tia's episode, we had a long conversation and tried to understand each other. It worked and we were stronger together.

My breathing became heavy when I saw the designer return with his fianceè.
Fuck! It wasn't Al.
Thank God! It wasn't Al.

"Mr Kellar, she is my fiancée..."

"You painted this?" I had no time for introductions so, I cut the designer short and asked his fiancée directly. Her face lost colour and I knew she lied. "Who painted this. Tell me the truth." After a long time I felt anger develop in me.

"I am an art connoisseur besides being a painter. I visited an art exhibition for budding painters in Santorini, Greece. A girl, her name... was... I don't remember. It was a little..."

"Weird," I completed her sentence and she agreed. "Where is the painter now? Tell me. It's important."

"I don't know. When I bought it from her she refused to divulge details about herself. Even though I told her she had great potential, she refused."

I was this close to finding Al but was back to square one. Al was missing opportunities to grow because of her stubbornness. She could be the one getting million dollar deal for her paintings. I went to the bar to drown myself in alcohol and forget a world without Al exists.

Al was right, humans were weird species. I was searching for her, hoping to find her someday but was happy even when I didn't find her. Today when I almost found her, I felt agitated. Were people around me correct when they said she was just an obsession, I was misunderstanding for love?

"Mr Kellar, I apologise on behalf of my fiancée for not disclosing the complete truth but she said she might know someone who could find the painter."

The designer build my hopes high and I told him to get on the job immediately.

It had been a month since but they couldn't track Al. Where was she hiding?

"When we both love each other so much Al, why don't you come to me?" I questioned Al's picture which didn't answer.

It was my latest movie's screening and the who's who of Hollywood graced the event. Tia was there too with her latest beau. She wore a dress made from the fabric with Al's painting. Bitch! She gave a mocking smile before air kissing me.

"Ain't I looking gorgeous in this dress?"

"You look gorgeous in anything you wear or do not wear." My remark didn't settle well with her boyfriend and before things could turn nasty they left. I know it was an inappropriate comment but she deserved it. She was my life's worst decision.

The movie received a standing ovation and even my contemporaries congratulated me. I was waiting for the day I would walk the red carpet with Al and watch my movie with her. She told me she whistled like a loafer when I killed goons and sighed when I romanced. When will she be by my side? I questioned my destiny looking at the starry sky with blurry eyes.

In the post-release press meeting, one of the reporters asked me, "Kenny, the movie was brilliant but you don't look happy?"

"I am happy but not content. Reasons... Best left unexplained." I wanted to drink and forget for once, I met any Al. I broke her heart once but she was breaking me every minute by her absence.

My house was filled with bouquets and congratulations because the movie received a massive response. It was an instant hit. My next film was to start in twenty days so I boarded the first flight to Santorini. I didn't want to miss a chance to search Al.

The city was more beautiful than the pictures could ever describe. Daniel was happy to accompany me on an all-expenses-paid trip. I was clicking random pictures of the serene city to add to my collection. I started taking photography seriously and the pictures that came out nice were added to my album.

Sipping coffee on the balcony of the hotel, I was checking the pictures I clicked on the way when my eyes landed on a showroom named 'Keli's Atelier'.

If Al and I were a couple we could be shipped with this name. I laughed at the thought and kept my phone aside to not miss the mesmerising view of the sunset. Just as the sun dipped in the sea, an unsettling thought came to my mind.

My hands shivered but I zoomed the picture to take a closer look. The coffee mug in my hand dropped on the floor breaking it into numerous pieces. Daniel came to check and when I showed him the picture, we knew we found her.
I crossed my fingers and sat in a car to fetch my girl, my Al.
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Dear Readers
Can someone love someone so much in such a short span of time? Kenny thinks Albeli is his forever and is searching for her in every facet of his life. Do you think he found her?
Do you want him to find her?
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