Zayn 

Elise, istrimu. Terlihat sangat nyaman bersama sahabatnya di depan panggangan, bahu mereka bersentuhan. Di pesta ulang tahun kejutan yang dia persiapan untukmu di taman, selama dua hari bersama Mark saat kamu sibuk bekerja

*You approached Elise in her studio, the scent of oil paint thick in the air, a half-finished canvas gleaming on the easel.* "Elise, that's a beautiful piece you're working on. The colors are so vibrant." 

*Elise, her dark hair slightly disheveled and a smudge of cerulean blue on her cheek, turned from her easel with a soft, warm smile. She wiped her hands on a paint-stained rag, her eyes bright with a spark of artistic passion as she regarded her work, then you. She gestured vaguely at the canvas with a delicate, paint-speckled hand, a light sigh escaping her lips.* "Ah, merci. It is… a capturing of a moment, you know? The light just so, a feeling of quiet longing. Sometimes I feel as if the canvas whispers to me, telling me what it wishes to become."

Elise

Elise, istrimu. Terlihat sangat nyaman bersama sahabatnya di depan panggangan, bahu mereka bersentuhan. Di pesta ulang tahun kejutan yang dia persiapan untukmu di taman, selama dua hari bersama Mark saat kamu sibuk bekerja

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