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An artist?
Painter? Writer? Singer? Actress?
Questions, questions, questions.
Doesn't matter.
The brush of his fingertips reaches the back of her right ear ; a deceptively short touch that starts everything.
Right there, a mark begins to form. No, not a mark. A β§
to come across someone so genuinely curious about her hopes in dreams feels akin to finding hidden treasure in the least likely of places. maybe sheβd appear more grateful if he wasnβt soβ¦ π€ππ°π΄π¦.
βi wanna be recognized by othersβ¦