I sat here looking at the art that I made for fun. I don't know if I like it or dislike it. I'm somewhere in the middle, I guess. I always found my artwork not that good. I just don't see the good in it, only the mistakes.

"What are you doing?" I jumped up and my hand flew back. He caught my hand just before I hit him. "Whoa, didn't see that coming." He chuckled letting my hand go. "Still, what are you doing?" He sat beside me and looked at what I was staring at. "Looks good." He titled his head leaning in closer.

I shook my head grabbing the piece of paper and looking at it, "It's not that good."

He snatched it out of my hands and looked at it closely, "No, it's good." I tried reaching for it but he just put it farther out of my grasp.

"Give it to me." I huffed getting on my knees, I grabbed it and looked down and into his green eyes. "I don't like it."

He swallowed gently pulling it from my grasp, "Well I like it." He didn't look away from me not once. I felt this urge to kiss him but instead sat back down grumbling.

"Then you can have it."

He smiled, "Thank you."

I huffed. It was just a rose anyways, and it wasn't a good rose either. I don't see why he would like it but different people like different things.

"Do you have any other artwork?" He leaned back on his hands looking at me.

I raised my eyebrow at him, "Why?"

He smiled showing me his pearly white teeth, "So I can have more of the art you don't like."

I turned my head the other way so he couldn't see my smile. I shook my head, "No, just that one."

He scoffed, turning to me "Liar."

I laughed, "Me, a liar?" I pointed to myself.

He nodded, poking my chest "Liar."

I looked at him dumbfounded. He laughed putting my head in a headlock and messed up my hair. "Hey! Not the hair!" He chuckled, fixing it for me.

"Sorry." He muttered against my forehead. "I'm still calling bullshit." I pulled away from him.

"Ha ha, very funny." I deadpanned. He laughed looking away. I rolled my eyes and leaned back. He can laugh all he wants, but I really don't have any more art. "I did have other artwork, but I don't have them anymore."

He looked at me with confusion written all over his features, "What happened to them?"

I shrugged, "I burned them."

"You.. you burned them?" I nodded. "You seriously burned them?" He repeated himself.

I rolled my eyes, "What part of 'I burned them' are you not getting?" What part is not going through that big head of his?

He ran his hands down his face, "Why would you do that?"

I shrugged, scratching my jaw "I didn't like them, why else would I burn them?"

"What if I wanted them?" He crossed his arms looking both frustrated and upset.

I looked him up and down, "Then you should have been here last Sunday, why are you so upset about it anyways? They're just artwork."

He threw his hands up defeated, "But they were made by you." I was speechless. I didn't expect him to say that.

I sucked in a breath, "I can make you more." And I let it out.

He sat straighter and had the biggest smile I had rarely ever seen him wear. "Really?" I paused but nodded. "You're the best!" He kissed me and hugged me to death. Not really but that's what it felt like.

"Can't. Breath." I breathed out in gasps as I patted his arm.

"Oh sorry." He loosed his hold but didn't let go. I smiled and hugged him back. A second later and I started to frown still holding onto him. I just got this overwhelming feeling that this wasn't real.. and that scared me.

Edited : 2/10/2021

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