There's this saying that opposites attract.
One day, whilst you find tranquility in the sun, you will find another who unwinds in the rain. Takes two cubes of sugar in their tea, when you take none. Believe that life imitates art, when you believe that art imitates life.
Jasper and Violet were not opposites - they were enemies, not by choice, but by nature. It was the way of the Wolves and the Vampires. Even though it had tested Jaspers limits, he couldn't help but push them to reach his ultimate goal, and she'd be his trophy.
She wished not to be enemies with their kind, for she would much rather find a compromise. Spend her time in the sun, and willingly spend all of his with him in the rain. She's bring life to her art, whilst he would bring art to her life, afterall...Love is a form of art.
Book 1 of the Art Forms Tale: Twilight
"...I don't draw on my body to make myself look badass, no, it was never that way. I see you glance at them whenever your sister comes in. You're interested and don't deny that, Mr. Look and Stay Silent."
There was a girl, a reserved girl who worked five out the seven days of a week at a nail salon. She had artistic skills, which inspired her to spread her artistic love on her body. Some held a secret. Some held a memory. And some were just for a small smile to be produced any day.
Then there was a boy, a reserved boy who had trouble with emotions and was seen wandering the halls of the school, only ever having his eyes on the floor he walked on. He had scars. One held his dark, haunting past that made his nonexistent tears fall. His scars made him frown, made his lips tremble, made his mouth form into a terrifying scowl.
So when you place that one girl and that one boy in a room, what do you get? A journey.
Started: 10/25/19
Ended: 01/20/20