Lost spark

2!

~Kai's perspective~

Kai sat on the couch, chest heaving as the tears streamed down his face. The torn photograph lay at his feet, a bitter reminder of the life he and Asher had once shared.

How could Asher just abandon him like that? Kai replayed that fateful night over and over in his mind, the pain still as raw and visceral as it had been in that moment.

He had tried so hard to be the perfect, supportive partner - to encourage Asher's ambitions and believe in his dreams. But in the end, it hadn't been enough. Asher had chosen a stable career and financial security over their relationship, over Kai and his struggling artistic pursuits.

Kai clenched his fists, nails digging into the palms of his hands. The anger and resentment he felt toward Asher was a living, breathing thing, a corrosive force that threatened to consume him entirely.

And yet, beneath the layers of bitterness, there was still a part of Kai that yearned for Asher's touch, his embrace, the way he used to look at Kai like he was the most precious thing in the world.

"Damn you, Asher," Kai whispered hoarsely, wiping furiously at the tears. "Why did you have to come back and ruin everything?"

He had worked so hard to rebuild his life, to find purpose and meaning in his art again. But Asher's sudden reappearance had shattered that fragile equilibrium, leaving Kai feeling lost and adrift once more.

Kai wanted to hate Asher with every fiber of his being, to push him away and never look back. And yet, a traitorous part of his heart still yearned for the man who had once promised him forever.

The anguish and confusion were tearing Kai apart, leaving him paralyzed and unable to create. All he could do was curl up on the couch, surrounded by the remnants of a love that had once been everything to him.

~At (his art) college~ 

The halls of the art college were alive with activity as Kai made his way through the bustling corridors. His eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and he kept his head down, trying to avoid any unwanted attention.

But his best friend, Leila, was quick to notice his distress. She hurried over, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Kai, what's wrong? You look like you've been through hell."

Kai shrugged off her concerned touch, forcing a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine, Leila. Just... dealing with some things, that's all."

Leila's brow furrowed, her gaze searching his face. "Dealing with things? Kai, you know you can talk to me. I'm here for you."

Kai sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I appreciate it, Leila, but I really don't want to get into it right now. I just need to focus on my work, okay?"

Leila opened her mouth to protest, but Kai was already walking away, retreating towards the art studio. He needed the solitude, the sanctuary of his creative space. Anything to escape the relentless worry in Leila's eyes.

Once inside the studio, Kai let out a shaky breath, his fingers tracing the familiar contours of his easel. But the canvas remained painfully blank, a mirror to the emptiness he felt within.

"Kai?"

The gentle voice startled him, and he whirled around to see his art teacher, Professor Emerson, standing in the doorway.

"Professor, I... I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was in here." Kai tried to compose himself, but the cracks in his facade were already beginning to show.

Professor Emerson stepped closer, her expression filled with concern. "I saw you come in, and you looked... troubled. Is everything alright?"

Kai hesitated, his gaze falling to the floor. "I... I don't know. Everything's just so messed up right now, and I can't seem to focus on my art."

The professor reached out, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Talk to me, Kai. Whatever it is, I'm here to listen."

The floodgates opened, and Kai found himself pouring out the entirety of his tumultuous history with Asher - the heartbreak, the bitterness, the lingering feelings that refused to be extinguished.

Professor Emerson listened intently, her eyes reflecting the depth of her empathy. When Kai had finished, she gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"Kai, it's clear that you're still carrying a great deal of pain from your past. But you can't let it consume you, not when your art has the power to heal you."

Kai looked up, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I try, Professor, I really do. But every time I pick up a brush, all I can think about is Asher. It's like he's haunting me, even now."

The professor nodded thoughtfully. "Then perhaps it's time to confront those demons, Kai. Face them head-on, and see what your art can reveal to you."

Kai's brow furrowed, uncertainty warring with the faint glimmer of hope in his chest. "I... I don't know if I can. What if it all just falls apart again?"

"You won't know until you try," Professor Emerson replied gently. "And I'll be here, every step of the way, to support you."

Kai drew in a deep breath, his gaze settling on the empty canvas before him. Maybe, just maybe, the professor was right. It was time to stop running and start facing the truth, no matter how painful it might be.

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Now thats the first little bit im worried I wont be able to finish this story :[ I really want to its just my modivation but i'll really try this time! 

(Also dont you love how I triple check most of the grammar in the story and then just slap on words at the end without a care in the world). 

(That's mostly because I've have a bunch of spelling and grammar errors in my other stories and I'm trying to fix that!)