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Since Shay, I haven’t really looked at a wo so to her Opening up to someone isn’t what I do I didn’t even do it with er?

This is utter fucking bullshit Iwill ensure she doesn’t follow, but even as I think it, the canvas she inspired glares at ht

I haven’t had asomeone inspire my creativity The last time I truly felt connected to so tio

Picking up the painting, I set it on the floor against the wall and grab a new, ee to tarnish with the color splatters I’ve become known for Only, the last tio My father allery, and they sold like hotcakes Each time he had an event, they would sell out, and that’s how he knew I had talent

But with talent co I wanted I always preferred being in the dark Hiding away from the bullshit the media would spew, I learned early on it wasn’t worth it So, instead of taking it on the chin like celebrities usually do, I pulled back and hid

I wanted to be different I focused on writing reviews and putfor my work, my father had to tell thee and confusion, but after a year, they diot about me

I pick up the palette after squirting enough paint to start so it into the shimmery color, I create a circular shape on the white material My hand continues itsat me

When I finally come to a stop, I take a step back and tip my head to the side Quickly, I dip the bristles into another color before continuing on the pattern of the black The shades swirl together, creating a distinct shade that I haven’tover as they blend and ain, there’s a fa to play Black and purple, circular, like the wide eye of someone who’s captured my attention

Setting the palette down, I sit on the stool and consider what to do next A background, perhaps e Or do I leave it as it is? Perfect in its simplicity

A knock at the door bounces into the rooain Even though I have to ad, I hate being disturbed

But she doesn’t know you’re working The thought flits through my mind, and I have to remind myself she’s not Shay And I certainly can’t blame her for what someone else has done

Rising, I make my way to the door and pull it open to find a wide-eyed beauty looking up atflat shoes, only because she’s even shorter than she was the day she walked in for the interview She only comes up to my chest, and that was in heels She’d be so easy to lift into ainst the wall What the fuck?

“What?” I ask, shaking hts

“I was going to grab so?”

“No” The word comes out colder than I anticipated, and I notice her wince I should try to be nicer, but having someone in et used to her But right now, her fucking perfu it on her smooth, creamy skin

“Okay”

“I told you not to wear that godforsaken perfuh clenched teeth just as she walks away froid She stops, and I notice her slares at me from over her shoulder

“I forgot I woke up in a good mood because I was excited to come to my first day at a new job But since you’ve decided to talk tomore than shit under your shoes, perhaps I should find so else”