muse.

Juniper Katz is a determined artist and an absolutely hopeless romantic. She was desperate to leave her past behind her to forget about her ex-best friend, but he is just as determined as her. He wanted to show her his point of view.

He wanted to be her muse.

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I tried to make my way down the narrow hallway, but I heard the door creak open and a hand gently grab onto my forearm. I should've made a run for it, I knew he was going to follow me out --- He's too determined.

I ripped my arm out of his hold and took a defensive step back. "Why do you keep bothering me?" I exclaimed with my hands, far past exasperated at this point. I know, another stupid question on my part. But like I said, momentary lapse in judgment. He doesn't know when to quit.
"I want to talk to you, Juniper!" He gestured his hands out to me. He was out of breath, like all of this stress came crashing down on him at once.
"Fuck you. You lost that opportunity a long time ago." I said harshly. I felt bad for cursing at him, but part of me said he deserves it. I turn to walk away from him, but he grabs my arm again and pulls me closer to him and his chest. I was on the verge of crying, and if he didn't stop now, tears would spill out of my eyes.
"There's a lot you don't know, Juniper." He said seriously. My eyes widened a bit. "You don't know the whole story."