(Tw: anxiety, panic attacks)

Look at him. Your best girl friend Alex squealed and punched your arm, causing you to mess up your sketch. Alex ignored your annoyed sigh as you turned your head to the boy who sat in the corner.

Black hair which fell over his narrowed blue eyes which were focused onto the canva in his lap. Headphones blasted music into his ear and hid his piercings, he seemed to be in his own world.

Mignon was the son of your art teacher and always sat in the corner of the room. You've always loved painting and Alex had forced you to attend that art school on Tuesday and Friday afternoons.

Alex crushed on Mignon a lot and you had to endure her simping over that guy all the time...

As you walked past Mignon to get fresh water you couldnt help but to have a quick glance at his painting. It was full of colour and warmth, showing a sunny landscape. It was such a stark contrast to the dismissive grumpy face of him. Mignon didnt notice you, lost in his own world.