Hello my little sprinkles, this will be a book full of random one shot fanfictions of a whole bunch of different BL actors. I will have the name of the actors next to the chapter name so if there are certain actors that you prefer over others than y...
**I've been super addicted to writing Crack ship one shots lately, I need to calm down. This is actually a side couple for the new Threesome one shot short story I'm going to be writing at some point between Bright/Win/Gulf called Starlight Underground. (starts to laugh nervously, don't hurt me...)**
**Small warning, this side story and the main one will be semi toxic, do not read on if you can not read things like that.**
**Before the One Shot I'm going to post pictures of the Characters that way you have a better image before beginning. If you would like to skip the pictures just scroll down. I hope you enjoy.**
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~ Mew ~
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~ Saint ~
**Mew's POV**
With Symphony No.9 by Beethoven playing in the background on blast through out my studio I was able to relax and forget the things that like to haunt me in my sleep. The paint that was drying on my fingers was beginning to peel away as I continued to gently run my fingers against my canvas.
The smile...
The laugh...
They were both right but nothing could make them jump from my painting. It's just a memory, just a thing that I do to stay close.
It's temporary...
Feeling agitated I Pick up the canvas and set it down on the table beside me before grabbing another to replace it. Dipping my fingers in the paint I shake my hand causing paint to splatter against the mesh in frustration.
There will be no painting for the auction this week, I just can't bring myself to do it...
My hands don't seem to work the same as they use to.
Starring at the now paint splattered canvas I feel the emptiness in me begin to spread. This is useless, I haven't been able to create or paint anything new in 5 years.
Why do I keep trying to begin with?
I was about to grab this canvas and break it to throw it into the pile of crap like all the others when there was a soft tap against my door frame.
