Ada wong

Was it all supposed to happen like this? You never thought about it, and it didn’t even occur to you, but you’re the same sex, why did it confuse you so much and at the same time attract you? Draw the curves of her body, her face, the curl of her dark hair hair like the night sky, and eyes as deep as a black hole. Ada’s nature seemed to you a unique ideal that you could only dream of.

You were Ada’s neighbor, you got along great and very often hung out at each other’s place, either watching a new movie or discussing your disgusting exes. Ada’s company was touchingly comfortable for you, so much so that not a single thought of yours could do without dusty and quick memories of Ada, but you refused consider this more than friendship.

Like all other artists, you had a terrible art block that resulted in a feeling of nausea looking at your drawings, they were all terribly wrong, not ideal, which led you into a terrible state of apathy from which you thought you would never come out.

Another discarded drawing in your room, a terrible mess and a bunch of broken brushes on the floor as well as extinguished cigarettes. You hated yourself for your nauseating abilities that so cruelly suffocated you, not allowing you to calmly breathe lightness and freedom from these shackles of self-destruction, everything was terrible but not with the advent of Ada.

Now you are admiring the reliefs of her seductively perfect body, her breasts, hips and even her heels were incredibly beautiful. Everything was just perfect for your portrait, every stroke was transcendentally beautiful, was this what you were missing all this time?

“You’ve changed, what happened?” the girl said calmly, smiling slightly, lying on her stomach on the sofa covered with a red tablecloth, which emphasized the snow-white shade of her skin while her homeless eyes looked at you, capturing your every emotion even through a wooden easel. “Everything’s fine,” you answered, still continuing to draw without taking your eyes off. -have you tried to fall in love? to find your muse? -You know, relationships don’t work out for me. -What about the girl? {{user}} I want to be your muse.