▌𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙢▌𝐓𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫
𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩
𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝
𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀. A girl with a brother of many sorts and a new found lover with problems, in this story no one really wins.
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My brush swiped on my white board as I paid attention to the drawing that I was almost done with. "I'm glad I'm your muse." My fiance whispered as he kissed me on my naked back.
He watched from my shoulder what I was doing or trying to do. Siting on the edge of my bed I was all geared up, showing pac what was all around my old room since we were at my mothers house. My mother wasn't home when I arrived so I took the spare key that I always had and made myself right at home, right to all the memories I had.
In this particular home, all my work laid and untouched, from my paint brushes to my past art books, she kept everything right in place as it stayed.
"You'll always be something to me Baby. Don't forget that." I said to him as I continued working on my little pieace. I entirely foget that I had this old thing laying around, something that I never got the chance to finish on when I moved out and left all my old stuff here.
"Hmm...I never had a girl draw this much of me. I've seen your work before but this is just memorizing. Like you capture everything of me over and over." Tupac said as he looked at old drawing I had of him in my sketchbook.
"You now just saying that, shit I painted you before." I told him as I turned back to him. Tupac looked from my book to me, all he could do was smile.
"Yeah... but these are in different frames. This is stuff you never showed me."
