I'll see you on the other side

19: Artist at work

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TW: BODY DYSPHORIA
Not sure how to feel about Chloe knowing my postcode. Don't even know how the hell she got it, I get that women are amazing detectives and all but surely this is taking it a tad bit too far. She's going to be here soon so I should go freshen up and shower, I reek.

The hot water ran through my hair and down my skin. The shower was truly magical in a way, not only are you physically washing yourself, you're also washing away feelings of sadness or anxiety.

Even if it is temporary, you have this pocket of air where you can finally breathe and focus on yourself. I stared the grey and blue tiles as I washed off the lavender scented bubbles off. Turning off the shower, I stepped out the shower and stared at the mirror.

Condensation dropped down its surface while I inspected my skin, my face, my body. I hated the way I looked. No matter how many times I've worked out or cut out food all together, body just never looked good.

I'd like to believe that the hard work paid off but it didn't.  My trembling fingers brushed down my stomach, down my arms and ended at my hips. I shook my head in disappointment.

Not good enough. I decided to finally get changed before my mind starts clouding my mind and I end up doing something reckless. I rubbed lotion onto my skin and slipped on some baggy clothes to hide the shame.
Azia's outfit

"Hiii." Huh? My eyes panned to my bed where a blonde girl sat, waving flirtatiously.
"oh hey Chloe, when did you get here?" I walked to my desk and sat on the soft leather chair and swivelled to face her.

"Only like 5 mins ago, your mom let me in, so sweet," she replied cheerfully.
"Ah, so why did you come here, is there anything I can help you with?" I fiddled with my pencil awaiting for an response.
"I mean, you could help me with something."
"Sure, is it bio again or-"

My words were cut off as the tall girl tilted my chin to look at her. There was no denying that Chloe was very attractive. The way she carried herself was truly an art itself.

"You do art dont you sweetheart?" Her soft fingers grazed my cheek slowly.
"I do indeed, why?"
"Can you draw me pleaseee." Her bottom lip pushed outwards forming a pout.

"Uh i don't know Chloe, I got a ton of work to catch up with and a single sketch is time consuming." I placed my pencil onto my desk and looked at her guilty.

Her green eyes stared into mine intensely, she pressed her hands together like a nun begging for forgiveness. What is she on????

"Fine," I gave in annoyance, I reached for my sketchbook and flipped to a new clean page. The crisp paper crinkled gently beneath my fingers.
"Sit on the stool by the window, better lighting for me."

She did as she was told and skipped to the white wooden stool.
"Do any pose you wish but keep in mind you'll be sitting for a while so a comfortable position is recommended." Chloe nodded and adjusted her positioning.
(For reference, also Zendaya is so gorgeous oh my lord)

Chloe turned to the side and place her left leg over her right. Her plush lips were slightly parted while her slender hands gripped the stool for balance.

"Okay ready." She confirmed.
"Awesome just stay completely still for me or try to anyway." I scoffed. A smile started forming on her face making it hard for her to restrain from moving.
"My bad my bad, that was on me." I apologised.

I took my pencil and began sketching a rough outline of her body. Crushed up some charcoal and smudged it into the page to mimic the shadows that surrounded her.

I shot a glance at her, focusing on the fine details, ensuring it was perfect. The artist at work. After around an hour, I rubbed out the rough lines and swept the rubber shavings off my work.
"Okay I'm done."

"Ugh finally, my body was starting to fall asleep." Chloe stretched and slowly trudged towards me. I ripped out the page and handed it to her.