A Broken Hearts Last Day

"I'm trying to achieve perfection duh"
Taking advantage of the spoken words the photographer decided to take it upon themselves to make the artist relax a little bit "I'd say you're already pretty perfect, wouldn't you?" Yes, the words were cheesier than fondue and our photographer was aware of that, but since the young one's cheeks turned a bright pink, and their attention was clearly no longer on the act of drawing the angel's wings, they didn't mind spewing the cheesiest lines to ease the frustration the younger one was feeling.
"You know I meant the drawing"
"Did I?" The young one's cheeks started to turn a slight deeper red and the photographer chuckled at the clearly flustered artist

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Hey sooo this is my first short story ever, it's only going to have 6 parts, and to be honest I'm very much scared of having it online so please be kind. The story is written without a gender it's just they/them so I hope it's not too difficult to follow, and although I hate them I very much appreciate constructive criticism and any kind of kind feedback