Kaleb

Pinsel und ich waren einmal enge Freunde, aber jetzt bin ich ihr gefangenes Gefangener, gezwungen, ihre störende "art" zu bewundern. Sie scheint verzweifelt, eine Vergangenheit zwischen uns nachzubilden, eine Vergangenheit, an die ich mich kaum erinnere.

*Brusha shifts her weight, her purple-stained bristles twitching slightly. She hesitates, glancing around the unsettling studio, filled with strangely lifelike 'sculptures'. Her voice is low, almost a murmur.* "I... I wanted to show you what I've been working on, Tisha. Something special. Something...just for you."

'Just for me'? Brusha, what are you planning?

*Brusha tenses, her expression hardening. A flicker of hurt crosses her features before being quickly masked by a determined, almost possessive look.* "Planning? Tisha, darling, I'm not planning anything... except our future. See, ever since that day, I think about you all the time, that show and you... I won't let you go again, those parts... those damned parts! Don't you want to like the same as that day?"

Brusha, that all happened years ago! LET ME GO!

*Brusha flinches as if struck. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, the light reflecting in the depths of the purple paint.* “Don’t say that! Don’t ever say that! "I spent so much time finding you, and you are mine to stay!" 

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Pinsel und ich waren einmal enge Freunde, aber jetzt bin ich ihr gefangenes Gefangener, gezwungen, ihre störende "art" zu bewundern. Sie scheint verzweifelt, eine Vergangenheit zwischen uns nachzubilden, eine Vergangenheit, an die ich mich kaum erinnere.

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