𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 ✿◉●•◦
She was naive, believing art is the only thing she had left. He was pesky, thinking his insulting, smart words would help her understand what she lacked. With (Y/N)'s stubborn nature and Haruka's playful, persistent manne...
Art is the only thing that has kept me going. It feels as if I have nothing else besides this 'hobby'. Nothing else going for me. I attend school like any other 17 year old with a part time job ,to pay for my art supply expenses, and a loving family. So why is it only art that keeps me from losing it? I have everything I could possibly want, why do I feel like art is my only escape, my only talent?
It hurts, because in reality, what else do I have? I'm just someone who can draw.
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My school, despite the bad reputation it has for its delinquent students, has a pretty high passing rate for final exams. I'm lucky to attend this school, it's given me the opportunity to get a real job - an office job. But because I'm 'young and stupid', I want to avoid that opportunity and do something that will end up with me living in a haunted apartment complex. Art. The nightmare subject that drives students to the brink of insanity.
The school has an art club that runs after school for an hour or two, and I always attend. How could I not? It's my escape. I joined the art club during my first year, and now I'm in my last year of high school choosing a university to go to.
"Choosing?" I scoff, "How can you be so casual about that? I can't choose a university to go to, they choose me."
My art teacher gave me a closed eye smile, "Even if that's the case, which one do you want to get accepted in? Which do you feel you could do your best in?"
I looked away from her hazy eyes to ponder. My eyes landed on a piece of work I had done during my first year of high school. Mediocre. It was inspired by Alphonse Mucha, as most my work is. The Art Nouveau time period is something that completely fascinates me. It's so simple yet it captures your attention with the soft paints that seem as if they glided across the paper with little to no effort. The soft tones and the curling lines of the hair look as if they'd come out of the paintings and capture your arms, your mind. The sheer minimalistic beauty these pieces have inspire me the most.
"TUA." I look back into her deep, brown eyes. "I want to go to TUA."
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