you stood still, like a statue. why? because your girlfriend, luna, had asked you to pose for one of her artworks for the millionth time. she already had a whole room filled with paintings and sculptures of you.

you were starting to get tired and glanced at luna, who was still focused on painting.

“are you almost done yet?”

you asked, shifting slightly, which made luna visibly annoyed.

“no, stop moving. it’s hard to capture your beauty.”