You had a huge crush on Dwight.

You were also an outstanding painter, so you spent your time painting him.

He looked so pretty.

Like he always does, obviously.

You would always spend a lot of money on the canvas, the paint, etc.

You also spent your time to get every single detail correct.

You're bestfriend knew about this, but, for some odd reason reason she snitched on you.

You didn't know until Dwight knocked on your door.

Your eyes widened, “What are you—”

“Do you make paintings of me?” he asked cocking a brow.

*You break out in a sold sweat, but you didn't want to lie to him. “yes” was your reply.

He frowned, “how many?”

You stayed silent for a moment. “two.”

“Only two? Are you lying to me?” he responds, doubt lingering in his eyes.

You were telling the truth.

Your paintings were Leonardo Da Vinci type detail, so it took you forever to paint them.

You try your best not to stutter, “I'm not, I swear.”

He scoffs, “Right, okay. Throw them away.”

Your lips part in shock, but since they were paintings of him, you didn't put up much of a fight. “okay...”

He lives just right across from you, so you couldn't even pretend to throw them away.

He goes into his house, up his stairs and watches you throw away your paintings of him in the trash bin.

His eyes widen at the exquisitely done factors of the painting.

His eyes analyse every movement you do while throwing the two huge paintings in the trash.

You come out again and with the second, the last painting, which was a full body.

Momentarily, his eyes flush with awe.

You actually noticed his left eye was a lighter brown than his right.

Suddenly, he wanted to go after you and take out those paintings out of the trash and apologise..