chapter eight: vanishing point

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the things that vanish aren't always lost; sometimes, they just blend into the background.

jae leaned against the window, his headphones draped around his neck but not playing any music.

the city outside seemed distant, the rain tapping softly against the glass like an echo of his own thoughts.

he was studying right now, or at least he tried to, but his mind always went back to something.

he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her—skye.

she had been a mystery from the start, and yet, in just a brief moment, he saw something familiar in her struggle, something that made him pause.

never could jae have imagined, that someone with a smile brighter than the sun on their face, lighting everything up in color around them, wouldn't be able to see like the rest of the world.

the struggle.

jae had always thought that his own struggles were overwhelming.

he was told not to live his dream.

but skye was a different story.

even if the whole world wanted her to, she could never, never create art the way the rest of the world was.

he sighed and got up to make himself some instant coffee. you could say he was kind of addicted to it's bittersweet taste.

bittersweet.

just like skye.

he had grown to attached.

he paced around the room and ran his fingers through his hair, something jae only did when he was extremely stressed.

suddenly he remembered the pang of hurt in skye's eyes when he shouted at her.

then he realized.

he used colorblindness as an insult.

this was why he hated people. either they hurt him or jae hurted people. it was a never ending cycle.

he huffed, angry at himself, grabbed his coffee mug and sat down at his desk.

jae now did something he did rather rarely.

he grabbed his sketchbook and flipped to an empty page.

he wasn't an artist, but every once in a while, he just did a small sketch to ease his mind and anger.

while his pen flew over the page, jae reflected on how in art, the vanishing point is where lines converge and disappear, blending into the distance.

it symbolized how he felt about people with invisible struggles—often fading into the background, unnoticed.

he realized that those individuals might be the ones who needed understanding the most. just as the vanishing point in a painting drew the viewer's focus, jae wished he could draw attention to those silent battles, acknowledging that their struggles, though hidden, were significant.

it was a poignant reminder of how important it was to offer empathy to those who, like the vanishing point, were often overlooked.

as he noticed that he was subconsciously drawing a traffic light, he made a decision.

he was going to stay away from skye.

he had already hurt her, just by the first words jae said to her, and he didn't want that happening again.

also if he wouldn't pay attention to skye anymore, maybe he could forget about her.

about that he cared about her.

jae ripped the page out of his sketchbook, but before he put the drawing in the drawer, he looked at it.

he hadn't finished it yet, and he wasn't planning to do so.

jae staring at the unfinished drawing in front of him.

the lines seemed so simple, but they never seemed to connect the way he wanted them to.

maybe that's just how life worked sometimes—nothing ever felt complete, and the things that mattered most stayed hidden beneath the surface.

maybe.

after all, he only lived to die.

so in the end, nobody would care if he finished or not. people forget.

but that was life.

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Hi guys

Maybe....

The italics on this chapter were a little too much

Or maybe...

I usually had italics in each chapter (not that much tho)

But my stupid self just realized that it didn't copy in italics.

(I write my drafts in a different app, and when I copy, the italics and bold don't copy into Wattpad)

Also Wattpad I have a question.
Why is your name (Wattpad) showing up as misspelled, but shortenings like tbh are not?

Anyway

P.s. sry for later updating

Thanks for reading this shit,

Stay healthy and happy and see you next chapter :D

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