Prologue
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This story has LGBT themes.
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The warning has been given. Hence, no homophobia is allowed here.
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This story will be a slow-burn romance.
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Healthy criticism is always welcome.
Each other's creations that have come to life stood face to face.
The creations that were hated by them are now alive.
An artist of paintings meets the artist of words. Each represent the most hated creations of their own. A yearning to know more has now spiked.
Will this be a beginning to something beautiful or something traumatic?
A supposed fiction, that has now become reality.
Kieran Rey <Painter>
"This is irritating. Why did I even create that painting~?" <annoyed>
His voice echoed in the small studio of his apartment. He was unable to sleep as he kept thinking about the same painting, unable to resist the temptation, he eventually gave in and came back to his studio to stare at it.
The very same painting he had poured his heart and soul into, but also the only one he couldn't complete. It was frustrating!
Lucille Everett <Writer>
"Why did I even write such a piece~? " <irked>
He tossed and turned the whole night, unable to sleep. He kept thinking about the piece he had written on impulse. It was just a piece made as a result of impulsive writing and yet, he couldn't get it out of his mind. He had read it countless times, and other times he had ignored its existence, but nothing had seemed to make him forget about it.
He was obsessed. He loved it. He hated it. But, he couldn't forget it, ever.
Why do they hate there own creation so much~?
Was there a reason to it~?
What was the reason behind their obsession ~?
Kieran Rey <Painter>
"I paint through colors. You paint through words." <smiles>
Lucille Everett <Writer>
"Perfect, isn't it~?" <smiles and hugs him closer>
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