My Masterpiece•Edluca

Edgar raised the paintbrush up to the canvas, his brain finally burning a suitable image into his mind.

His fingers delicately wrapped around the paintbrushes handle, dipping it into the brown paint continuously.

Stroking the canvases surface, the only light he got was the moon's cold rays seeping through the open window of his temporary room.

Moving the paintbrush back, Edgar stared at his work.

He had painted out the image of the brown haired prisoner onto the now used canvas after a few hours.

Edgar raised his hand up, his fingers lingering just above the wet paint. Shutting his eyes, He sighed.

"For now, it's safe to say you became my inspiration, Balsa." Edgar softly mumbled under his breath for the stars of the night to hear.