𝕱𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘

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                            ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝓢𝓾𝔃𝓾𝓴𝓲

I held the paintbrush tightly in my right hand a stared intensely at the blank canvas in front of me. Painting was starting to feel like a chore...I feel like I have to do it now and I don't feel that overwhelming passion I did when I first started painting professionally. But that night in the rain...Something was different...

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁.

As soon as I got home i felt the urge to paint suddenly, it felt exhilarating. Something about that girl was so magnetic. She was beautiful, no doubt but there was something else. I wonder what was going through her mind when she was on the sidewalk. I know she was lying when she said it was about ballet being stressful.

Something about that whole scene was so majestic...whatever she must've been going through it must've pushed her to her absolute limit to the point where she absolutely broke down on the side walk on a cold, misty evening. I know it was an extremely sad scene but there was a certain beauty in it that i wanted to encapsulate in my painting. The sorrow in her eyes, her glossy lips wet from her tears, her red tinted nose and swollen eyes were just so perfect. Her eyes told me more than she ever could.

I wanted to know everything about her. Every single minute detail about her. I wanted to see her again. I needed to see her again. I got frustrated at my empty canvas and ended up throwing my brushes at it and kicking it down. I hastily took my phone out of my pocket and checked the time '5:00pm' my phone read. My eyebrows raised and a sudden rush of excitement suddenly hit me.

'It's only 30 more minutes till she's done with practice' I smiled and shoved my phone back into my pocket and ran down the quite long flight of stairs like a small child excited for an outing. I felt like a child again. I quickly picked up my car keys and quickly unlocking my car. I sat in the car for a good few minutes due to the fact I wanted to get her a small gift or something I didn't want to show up empty handed. I started overthinking wondering if all my options to get for her are just too much. I decided to just pick up coffee as a small gift and get to her studio, the last thing i wanted to do was arrive late.

I got her a (Fav/hot beverage) and a normal black coffee for me and went on my way. I stood in front of her studio and saw her walk out with a taller black haired female. The female beside her looked familiar though, I think I've seen her in a ballet performance at a theater or somewhere. My eyes averted to (Y/N) and something looked off...She was laughing with the black haired woman beside her but something seemed off with her.

I opened the door and got out the car "Hey Suzuki!" (Y/N) said excitedly whilst waving at me. The girl beside her looked shocked and asked (Y/N) who I was to her and (Y/N) responded with friends which i was quite pleased about for now considering that we don't know each other all that well but considers me a friend nonetheless.