The Case of the Case

Heart Break

Alexander's PoV
I guess heart break takes a form differently for everyone. Some people eat a pint of ice cream while others watch Dirty Dancing and cry at the finale. Some people sit in their rooms listening to sad music and crying. I did none of these things. Instead I went to the corner store on the way home and grabbed a bunch of silly string.
Silly string smells gross. But it comes in very useful, I also maxed out on tooth picks.
When I got home I went up to my room which was split by a glass wall and the glass wall lead to my studio. My parents were very rich so my house had dedicated rooms to my hobbies over the years. I inevitably gave up on every one except this. Art. Throughout my childhood I was in search of something that made me unique. I tried jazz band, I tried orchestra, I tried singing, writing, juggling, archery, and so many other useless things. But the one I have been stuck on for about three years now is art. I create art.
I usually draw or paint but today I decided I would sculpt.
Out of silly string and toothpicks for foundation.
So I sculpted her, and she was beautiful as always. But she was angry. Her elegant face turned slightly into a frown. Her lips ever so parted and her eyes shut with anger. But she was so pretty even in the midst of anger.
That
Is
Why
I
Needed
To
Cover
Her
I was going to keep her one way or another. She was going to be mine. We were perfect for each other she just didn't know it yet. All things come in good time. And thankfully I was patient.
My studio consisted of only her, paintings, sketches, designs. All revolving around her. And in everyone she looks as angelic as the last, and with the more I paint the more her sadness and beauty seeps out. The more I crave for her.