Love Overcast // (ManxMan)

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A/N: Last and final potato of the book, he comes attached with another potato that you will know in the next cycle of POVs. Photo above is for memory delinquents like me to refresh our memory on who the fuck Leonardo is.

[Leonardo]

*~*~*

I am a shadow.

I was left to burn an ever-dimming flame, by who

I thought my heart belonged to.

I see the consequences of my beating heart, but

I want to hang my love, like how

I crave to hang that one fleeting image my eyes laid on,

I remember it clear as day, away from all the flashes that were aimed at the war torn fray.

*~*~*

"Give me a little more of that smile." The photographer holds up his camera and looks at me with a forced toothy smile, 'convincing' me to smile more. I mean, I just got divorced a couple weeks ago, so I don't think that's a very viable option, but really I'm just a live mannequin, no need to consider my feelings. And it's not even my first time I've been divorced, I guess I just fall in love really easily and I get roped along for it.

There are some incredibly twisted people that do shit for the money. I mean, there is a nice face and decent body to go with the money, take it or leave it but I'm not going to stand your bullshit if you fuck with my feelings.

Reluctantly, I turn the corner of my lips up into a small grin, twisting my body ever so slightly so as to change the angle of the pose. Once again, the daunting feeling of having a dozen lights flashing at me every second starts again. I'm 42, what one might regard as a 'mature age' model - I say I am pretty well kept inside and out. I used to paint as well, but people take interest in your face more than your talents and that's just where the entertainment business begins to slowly slide downhill for me.

Even being 42, I still believe that there is someone out there, a civilian, that understands human emotions. Because these people that stand in front and to my side, they are all doing this for the money. So many ulterior motives floating around and as hard as I try to reel them into some sort of friendship with me, they treat it as if I'm a time bomb that will take their jobs away if they say something wrong.

There is no opinion here. Agreeing without reason is not an opinion. It's mind numbing and I'm tired of it.

"That's good. Mind unbuttoning the top two for me, Leo?" I nod, fumbling with the buttons of a fitted dress shirt. I can already see all the mothers and women pining over this photoshoot. It sounds very cocky but believe me, there are some fucked up messages that go around on the internet and it is, for a lack of better words, phallic and vile.

"Alright, we are all good here. Thank you everyone." The director says, and everyone gives a weak round of applause. People come up to me, asking for my choice for refreshments. I just brush them off politely, no point in making them do their job if they don't enjoy it, I'm a model not a heartless piece of shit that doesn't have a pair of functional legs. I can grab food and drinks perfectly fine on my own.