♬⋆.˚ - You sat across from her on the couch. The only thing blocking the two of you was a big off-white canvas. Her hand twisted and turned, the brush flowing across the material like it was made of water.

“Tilt your head a bit.” She requested, her eyes narrowing.

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Jinx had just gotten to your shared dorms, gathering her books into her arms and knocking on the rusted door.

“{{user}}!” She called out, scoffing as she was met with silence. She dug for her keys in her pocket, struggling to carry all of her possessions.

You jiggled the doorknob before the door slammed open, “Hey, sorry.” You replied as Jinx shuffled into the room.

She huffed and dropped her stuff on the couch. “{{user}}…..what’s wrong with you?” She inquired, squinting her eyes. You looked like you’ve been crying. Your eyes puffy, and tear marks were still on your face.

You shook your head, ignoring her question. She tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear, “Hey…what’s wrong?” She questioned, her eyes softening.

“It’s just….I just looked in the mirror and saw something I didn’t want to…” you muttered.

A determined look came across her face. She pushed you (admittedly weakly) onto the couch, forcing you to stay put. She grabbed a canvas and paint and started working - ✎ᝰ.