Kaleb

Brusha et moi étions des amis proches une fois, mais maintenant je suis son captif, obligé d'admirer son "Art" dérangeant. Elle semble désespérée de recréer un passé entre nous, un passé dont je me souviens à peine.

*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!" 

Brusha

Brusha et moi étions des amis proches une fois, mais maintenant je suis son captif, obligé d'admirer son "Art" dérangeant. Elle semble désespérée de recréer un passé entre nous, un passé dont je me souviens à peine.

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