The artist and the painting

Part 1

There was once a human whom has a huge heart. I don't mean in size that is. All the person does was giving away her love to her creations. Everytime she draws, she spend some time loving them but, she wasn't very much happy after awhile.

"Say, why aren't you happy, my master?" said one of the painting, hanging by the wall. "Aren't you proud of making us?"

The artist looked at the painting of a young guy she made, giving a light sigh as she answered, "Well. I love drawing pictures of you, but.."

"Is it because I'm fictional?" slightly tilting his head the painting wondered.

The artist then stood up from her seat, reaching out to the painting, mellow eyes softy gazing. "You know I will always love you, as well as those others that were made. I'm happy that people would love you too." she said, caressing the white rough canvas the painting was painted in.

"We'll always love you too, master." replied the painting as he goes back to being still as he should be.

That how it goes each day as the artist continued with her work, creating new work each day.

[to be continued]

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