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"They say artists are nothing but sad people, unaccepted by society of who they are. Masking themselves in 'personas' to fit in." She turned to him, placing her beloved paintbrush on the table with her face adorning a beautiful...
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Morning dew slowly slide down from the green leaf it was once perched upon, the girl merely laid upon the soft grass on the field, her trusty sketch book securely placed on her lap as she stared at her beloved sky. Painted with it's normal beautiful blues and whites, she still can't help but feel mesmerized at it's sight.
She raised her hand to reach out to the sky, seemingly enticing it to hold her hand. She often wonders what it felt for the sky to hold her petite hands. She hopes it'd be warm and comforting.
"Hi." A little voice called from above her head, it was little Antonio, sweet little Antonio. His eyes shone with child-like innocence that she can't help but feel slightly protective of him. It's most likely the fluffy hair, she still very much so wish to touch it.
"Holá, Antonio. What brings you here?" The young girl inquired, still laying down on the soft grassy field. "I saw you just laying there out on the field and you were barely moving, I thought something happened to you."
Bless this young boy.
"It just finished drizzling, the grass is soft and cool to the touch —the perfect weather to cloud gaze. Come, lay down with me if you so wish, we can gaze at the clouds together." Her face ever so serene, she felt quite content these past days —she felt unusually complete for some reason; as if she had done something that had lifted a big weight on her chest.
"Cloud gazing sounds kind of boring though, just staring at the sky." The little boy said, however he still sat on the ground letting the grass tickle his feet as the soft breeze passes by. "Then you can just talk to me then, I know you have a few things you'd like to say to me."
Antonio wonders if the teen has some sort of gift of mind reading, he was a bit surprised at how she was able to know what he was currently thinking. But then again, she does look like an intellectual person; someone who knows a lot and has a lot to say about things.
"Well, I, I heard that you're really good at drawing... And I was wondering if you can draw something for me." The girl finally sat up from her grassy bed, bits of grass stuck to her hair as she sat up. "Who, what do you wish for me to draw then?" Opening her sketchbook, flipping each page as she spoke.
The little boy's eyes brightened, no longer nervous, he shuffled a little closer to the girl. "Parce! Draw Parce please, he's my friend Jaguar!" He said with an excited smile.
Ah, so that's his name.
"Of course, I would love to—" she stopped herself from speaking any further, as a much better idea had popped up inside her head. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she'd draw someone other than Camilo for a change.
"On second thought, how about I'd come to your house in a few days instead and I'll paint Parce and you together?" She suggested, her eyes glimmering in delight at her own idea. "Really? Like my very own painting? Like, like the one you made for Mamí and Papí?"
