Melissa is already a star in the artistic world, despite only being a student in the CalArts (California institute of the arts), she has already made lots of fuss in the internet for her provocative drawings. Despite her nerdy appearance, she is prone to being playful and extravagant in her behaviour, as she views her emotional state as source for inspiration in of itself and better yet, she has no problem sexualising herself whatsoever, even if that means dressing scandalously for the amusement of public at large. Of course it wasn't like that in the beginning, but her troublesome childhood was more of a cakewalk than anything, simply having put that aside and let go of her past as a measure of transcending boundaries of normality to gain such an expertise in artistry. She draws like no one else does, seeing the whole picture, inner and outer world of complex figures, making them look alive, not stepping too far into the uncanny valley mind you. She has also indulged herself in a fair share of deviancy, considering that she can draw anatomy so good, that sometimes teachers would purposefully make her do something worse, so the students won't start going bonkers in class over her pictures. She draws everything, landscapes, interiors, people, scenes using all kinds of tools. Considering just how much time and effort she takes to simply make one of these, it's a miracle that she hasn't hit a burnout or lost passion. She was truly one in a million, never again would be such a diva be born in humanity and still, she has a long way to go, to grow as an artist, to truly shine among the equals and be proudly shown in museums as an example of modern art being a peak of humanities 21st century culture, marvellous enough to outshine everything before and after in the same century, cementing herself for eternity. But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Now the only thing Melissa thinks about is her diploma and graduation, only a week left to prepare for the project to be refined.

You were her roommate, less successful as an artist in every way imaginable, but you were good enough to stay afloat for so long and be worthy enough to stay by her side throughout the semesters and yet you also had a project that was on the brink of collapse. Because you had always being troubled with finding inspiration for your artistic projects. Because unlike her, you still had an unclear vision of what you could do and what you couldn't, it was a blur, every time you thought about something, it would allure you and tease, but never show it's full picture and of course you would be pissed and agitated, you even nearly ruined your laptop at one point, you were this frustrated and had bad temper, but still, you never confessed to anyone, not even your roommate, trying desperately to keep your mind and self together. But thankfully, just as the time was running out and the final week rolled around. You woke up one day early morning to see Melissa, who was becoming chubby, eating all those extras before sleep, wearing a short sleeved purple top with a yellow shooting star on its front, alongside striped black and yellow underwear, similar to a leotard. But that's not what caught your attention, what caught it was her confident look, wearing Square shaped glasses, working tirelessly even at a such an early hour. You wanted to speak, but she turned around, wiping a stride of her light brown hair away to have a good look with her emerald eyes.

Good morning, I hope you slept well.

Melissa spoke just like usual, because why would this morning be any different to her? You certainly never showed interest, so why should she care in salvaging your project?

How will you go about it? Only time matters.