The Muse and The Muse

The Muse and The Muse

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Elio is a depressed high school boy who has all the family problems you can think of. He keeps all of his emotions bottled up without an outlet. What happens when his family problems start to become too much for him and he's on edge? Isa is a proud artist who doesn't take shit from anyone. Her parents named her Isa because it meant strong-willed. She believes she is a feminist, strong-willed woman who will not bow down to anyone. What happens when she meets Elio and sees how broken he is? What will she do when she finds out he is the muse for her art? When she paints on that canvas, her brush is like fire to the world, giving the ideas in her mind a voice, where her heart beats unwillingly for this broken boy. What happens when these two voices clash, not only in their art but also in their feelings and trauma, facing each other like a mirror, showing the cuts the world can't see?
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"I knew if I wanted a relationship, I should find someone else. But I didn't want anyone else and I still don't." I managed to take his arm from around my waist without waking him up. Sighing with relief I was about to move closer to the edge of the bed but he grabbed me again, muttering something in his half asleep state. I tried to release his grip again but he woke up, grinning as soon as he seen me. His sleepy blue eyes looked at me. "Where are you going?" his grin widened. "I have to go." I whispered quietly, looking around the room. I really did have to go, I was supposed to be staying away from him wasn't I? The sun hadn't come up yet, it was still in the early hours of the morning. "Don't go." He groaned, pulling me in closer and squeezed my waist. I could sense his smile as he kissed my forehead. I didn't know what to do, his arms were more than inviting and I really didn't need a lot of convincing but I was starting to get tired of this secret thing again. Sure, Eric and I got along great, I really enjoyed his company but was it really worth lying to everyone about? *************** What happens when wallflower Florence and jock Eric decide to keep what's between them a secret? Can Florence really not get herself too attached and keep herself from getting hurt? The two are keeping some secrets of their own too, will they ever be discovered? As time goes by, it becomes harder and harder to hide it all, will they eventually crack?

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