(Pfp by juicelooped)

With the stroke of his paint brush, colors bursted into life. Everything was full of life, with the tint of orange, even the smallest dot of white

But, it wasn’t good enough.

“No no no!” Akito grumbles in frustration, he picks up the canvas in his hands and throws it aggressively on the ground “This isn’t right…” Akito mumbles, in the corner of his eye he sees someone playing their violin not so far. Picking up his brush again, he finally found his inspiration