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"This is my value in her life! Useless!" He scoffed as she took a white coloured pencil in her hand to complete her art. Her lips curled upwards. She turned towards her canvas and used the white pencil to highlight the iris that she drew initially.

She's an artist. She sees art everywhere and in everything. He's a realist. He accepts the reality which might hurt him.

"Tell me, what is the difference between the same art before and now?" She asked him, crossing her arms against her chest.

"It's.. more realistic and beautiful than before!" He said mesmerized by her art.

"Do you know what makes it this beautiful?" She asked walking towards him.

"N-..no!" He startled at the sudden closeness. She was standing just an inch away from him. He looked down at her face which was already lifted towards his. The spark in her eyes, never had he seen throughout their 20 years of friendship.

"This!" She showed him the white pencil. She smiled and moved away.

"A white pencil is absolutely important for an artist. Similarly, you'll be valued and appreciated by the right one!" She turned around while arranging all her colour pencils into the box.

He stood there trying to process what she said. His eyes widened when he realised something.

"Wait, does that mean you-"

"YES!"

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Dear white pencils, stay single until you are in the hands of an artist❤️

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