Work of art

Work of art

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Kleo is an artist but thrives to become better. After a tough battle of losing her mother, she decides she has to escape the toxic environment she's surrounded by. She leaves with nothing but her art equipment and essentials, she's never had any friends before or a single feeling of belonging. But on her journey she meets a friend. A friend that changes her a life and she begins art school, a chance to fulfil her dreams and wishes. Who will she meet? How will it go? Hopefully Kleo finds herself along with her desire to master her art, I mean she thinks Silas Andreas, her dark mysterious classmate to be a masterpiece. So I guess we'll see how it goes ...
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His world was filled with darkness, so much that it was impossible for someone to even look into his eyes. That night when I met him in the rain, darkness all around, I did not know what his eyes held. I was in an illusion from the beginning, the mirage that he was my knight in shining armor, when he was the devil of my desires. Now, when I have realized who he really is, I have decided to escape him. For obvious reasons, I decided to run and run to escape the darkness. But every time I try, my hopes get crushed by those black hawk eyes, somehow those eyes, his eyes that hold the depth of deep black, dark oceans meet my very own brown eyes and again I am trapped in his world full of darkness. I am an escapist and he is my prisoner. I want to leave while he has chained me to himself. My hopes are all under the pool of darkness, where my heart beats at an unknown pace. Indian FMC X Italian MMC

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