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[eliovyn]

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I can't be asked to make any art, bruh 💔

Losing a lover

He only ever awoke because of her. She was the reason he'd wake up everyday with the intention of living. Her smile was the reason he'd take her to places that he didn't even wanna go to, he came out of his shell for her. He never liked pasta or wet foods but he tried it just for her, just because she loved pasta. She was his light I a dark, dark world. She was his everything, a balm to his injured heart. Everything was perfect so why? Why did she have to go and tear apart something so beautiful? "You make me feel like I'm tied down, Devon." She huffed as she sorted out one of her many suitcases. Devon bit his lip, his leg shaking nervously. "Please don't leave like this May. Please..?" He pleaded. Pleading would only get him so far. He was a fool, her only fool. May scoffed and zipped up her last suitcase. She walked over, her hand hesitated between putting a hand on his shoulder or just pulling away. She decided to pull away. "I'm sorry Dev, but seriously. This...relationship between us? It's a burden." Devon's eyes widened slightly, his fingers starting to shake. He grabbed onto her wrist, his grip harder than he ever intended it to be. May recoiled, her face contorted with pain. "Ow, shit! Let go Devon!" She complained as she pushed him away, shaking her head with disappointment. "This..THIS is exactly why I'm leaving! Ugh!" She yelled before turning around and collecting her suitcases. Devon watched silent, guilt weighing heavily on his weak, pathetic heart. His eyes followed her as she paced around the room, taking away memories that belonged to them. Things like the little polaroid photos of various vacations they went on or the watch he bought her on their first date. She was his everything but in her eyes, he was pathetic. A pawn in her play. She wrote down the script to which he obediently acted out. "..May..I love you...don't do this.." He sobbed, his tears flowing down like a child. He felt like a child, begging for attention, begging for scraps of love. May groaned and turned around, her eyes looking him up and down before she shook his head. "No. I'm sick and tired of you Devon. You're weak, timid, emotional, dependant and most of all, you can't control your emotions. What makes you think I wanna stay with someone like that?!" She yelled, her voice raised like the many times she had yelled at him before. This was nothing new. Devon flinched, his heart feeling like it was repeatedly being stabbed again and again. He tried to grab onto her again out of pure desperation but she pushed him down, her red high heels on his face, pressing him down. Red heels. God how Devon loved those heels. He'd always suggested she'd wear it but she always refused. How Ironic for her to wear it now. She looked down at him, her gaze disapproving and slightly disgusted. "You see? You're weak Devon and that's never gonna get you anywhere." She spoke before removing her foot and throwing a white sheet of paper down at him. 'DIVORCE DOCUMENTS' The letters written in capital. That was enough to tear Devon's heart apart. He got up frantically, his eyes wet with tears. "MAY! DONT LEAVE LIKE THIS!-" But she was gone. Tye door spammed shut. Devon sobbed silently. He wished he wasn't so weak maybe then...things would have been different.

Thought I'd try something new. Boi..

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Somewhere in the Amazon

"I told you this was stupid!" Kim yelled, her vein popping in her forehead ever so slightly. She huffed angrily as she gave the rest of the group an angry glare. "Calm down pissy pants, we're almost there." Leon scoffed as he swatted vines away from Jia's surroundings. Jia was busy studying the map in his hand. It had various markings and all sorts of signs and scribbles on it. It looked more like a borer student's sketchbook than an actual map. "I AM CALM!" Kim retorted before being shut up silently by Celine, who gave her a disapproving nod. "Do you ever stop yelling, Kim? You're so annoying." She sighed as she walked ahead with Jia and Leon. Kim groaned and reluctantly shut her big mouth.

A few hours later...

The 4 teens had been walking for ages, and their feet were starting to ache. They decided to stop by a river stream ahead, a few stones placed around it. They all placed themselves on the stones, sighing with relief as they finally gave their sore feet a rest. "Mann... this feels good!" Leon cheered as he sighed with relief. He had already taken his shoes and socks off, to which Jia grimaced silently. "God, his feet stink..." Jia muttered as he placed the map on the ground beside him. Kim and Celine were bust drinking water from the river and washing off dirt and insects. "Do you think we're close to the treasure?" Celine asked as she dipped her hands in the river. Kim looked at her with an unamused look. "No way. Jia's leading us nowhere, Celine. We've been walking for hours and still no treasure!" Leon suddenly approached them, his toes wiggling in the sand. "Hey, don't be such a sore loser. We'll find that treasure soon! Right Jia?" He turned back, expecting to see Jia, but all he saw was an empty stone and the map laying on the ground. Kim, Celine, and Leon raised their eyebrows, confused and slightly scared. "Huh? Where'd Mr. Archaeologist go?" Kim scoffed, turning back to tie her shoes. Celine and Leon looked at each other. It was unlike Jia to leave without saying anything, especially leaving the map like that. Celine and Leon walked forward, approaching the stone. Their eyes widened as they gazed at the state of the stone. "Oh my god! What the fu-!" Leon gasped before Celine slapped a hand on his mouth shakily. Right there on the stone was a very defined and jagged scratch mark along with some torn red hair strands. "C-celine...wh...what is...what mad that?!" Leon yelled, stepping back. Celine shrugged, her own eyes wide with fear and confusion. "I don't.. I don't know. What could have possibly taken...him..." She trailed off as she and Leon were met with a dark and tall figure. It towered over them, it's eyes gazing down at them angrily. With one quick slash, it sliced both their necks and they fell to the ground, gasping for air.

"Don't you dare lay your eyes on my treasure!"

Boy this story is so ahh...I thought that last line ate.

[eliovyn]

neglect

I rush to the living room, mouth wide open with a smile, hand clenching onto a scrap of paper with a shaky drawn picture of me, my cat Milo, and my mum. The living room is cold, and a strong smell of pizza overwhelms my nose while I hear loud music blaring from the tv. The curtains are drawn messily, allowing small amounts of light to leak through, giving some colour to the dull area. ‘Mum, look at this drawing I did! I took a long time to pick the right colour for your hair. I even drew Milo on the window!’ I pushed my hair out of my face, looking for a reaction on my mother’s face that never arrived. Her eyes stuck to the tv like a moth to a flame. Or a deer in headlights. She didn’t even take one quick glance at my artwork, just a small grunt came out of her mouth as she began to sip on a fizzy drink and place it down again. I stood there like a fool, full of hope, determined she would give me a second chance and look at the effort I put into my art. But nothing. Nothing followed. I scrunched up my paper and ran to my bedroom, reopening my crayon box and scribbling all over the artwork, grabbing my scissors and aggressively stabbing my artwork, tears pouring down my face. I hated it. I wanted it to be gone. I wanted mum to be gone.

I was five. Five and a dream to be an artist. That ‘dream’ also stopped at age five.

Age 12 (brah I’m running out of vocab)

I’m officially a tween! I’m basically now a grown up, I can do everything my sister Marly can do now! Marly was my older sister, and I didn’t include her name before or in my art at five as the spotlight was always on her. Beautiful, effortless Marly. She could do anything, be anything, she could even make up her own words. I couldn’t do any of that. Could I even do anything? She was like a magnet, everything and everyone would be with her. If she wanted a hug, a swarm of people would be over her. If she wanted a piece of cake, my mum would serve a whole buffet for her. If she wanted attention, she would get it. Even a thousand eyes in a room would follow her. Even my mothers. In my life Marly was the flame to the moths. She could get everyone’s attention even with a sniffle. I hated Marly. I hated her, because today was the day I thought everything would change, everyone would start to love me. It was my birthday, of course, all these years I never got a birthday cake, or presents that nearly touched the ceiling or my face covered in lipstick from kisses planted from my friends like Marly did. This was the start of a new era. I was gonna be a tween. I needed to look good today. I found some leftover makeup from the living room table that was collecting dust, and I applied it to my face. I never knew how to use makeup, I was never taught how to, and I never played with it as a child. Confused about what mascara was, I frantically rubbed it on my eyes, not knowing how to properly apply it. I got a few rubber hair ties and put my hair into two pigtails. I thought I looked pretty. Smiling, I walk to the kitchen where Marly and Mum were located, food sizzling in a hot pan and mum wincing because of the flying oil. ‘How do I look? Guess what today is!’ I said breathlessly. I found my face going from a wide grin to slowly forming a slightly embarrassed face. Marly looked at me and immediately snorted. ‘WHAT on earth is that makeup look, and what did you do to your hair? Looks disastrous!’ She bit into an apple and looked and Mother for a reaction, to which Mum responded with, ‘Go wash your face. Today is Wednesday. Nothing new nothing old.’ She smiled at Marly and continued swivelling tomatoes in the pan, followed by tapping on the side of it with the spoon. I could feel my fingers trembling, my eyes swirling with pain and tears forming making my vision go blurry. I could still see Marly’s stupid face. I spun around and slammed the bathroom door open and locked it. I take a look at myself in the mirror. What was I thinking. I look like a clown. I’ll never be like Marly. Bursting with tears, I run the sink and flood my face with water, desperately rubbing my eyes trying to remove the horrible mascara from my eyes. I rub and rub and rub. I take a look into the mirror again and my frizzy, untamed hair catches my eye. I looked like a gorilla in pigtails. I frantically search for a scissor in my bathroom drawer and take a look on deep breath in, facing the mirror, eyes puffy. I pull my hair up and cut. I cut and I cut and I cut. After violently chopping my sorry excuse for hair off, I look into the mirror again. I was satisfied. It looked bad, bad I was satisfied. No one would notice anyway, right? They couldn’t even notice that today was my birthday. I didn’t even get one celebratory message. No one noticed.