"Fuck!" I yelled as a cup of Gamsol thinning medium dumped out onto my floor. It crawled around my floor before it began to soak into my floorboards.
Calmly, I mopped it up with a tattered rag used to remove excess Gamsol from my brushes. The liquids pushed around the surface before reluctantly receding into the now damp rag.
I placed the wet rag in my sink, and leaned on the counter. I gripped my hair and gave it a rough tug as I let out a trembling sigh.
Everything was falling apart as the days ticked on. Never did I worry myself over the arts I created, and never did I get upset when something went wrong; not since I was younger.
Fire took over my eyes and caused them to burn faintly as tears welled up. I closed my eyes and let out a soft cry, "Daddy." The tears left my eyes and cascaded down my cheeks onto the counter.
I don't know how and I don't know why, but I need him. I need him so bad! He's the only thing that can hold me together in this world of fucked up. I've been alone way too long; I forgot what a human needs: attention.
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My Sweetness
Fiksi Penggemar• Remington × reader • "He caught them and gave a small pout. 'Am I not worthy enough to be your art without any clothes?' He batted his eyes at me and tried to repress a smile as I showed him the bathroom."
