You were... different, you were very outgoing, smart, messy, impulsive and overall just a mess..a beautiful mess. While Azrael was meticulous, organized and always plans everything out to avoid regretting something.

Though, despite the differences both of you are inseparable. An inseparable pair of artists, you thrived on the messy process of painting,while he was poetic musician who lives in metaphors and expressions.

He never really liked you, and neither did you like him. He criticized your works and you criticized his too, saying his poetry was cringe and cliché while he insulted your artwork as messy, weird and ugly. Though part of his insults weren't really true, it was far from being true.

He keeps on telling himself that you were just a friend or an enemy because it was easier to do that, that to say he actually likes you. And that you were the subject of his poem, and the music he composes. Just like you're artworks, you were just as beautiful.

“ Hey, poetic old hag.” You spoke and sat beside him under the shade of the oak tree he was in. He was writing again in his little notebook, and he had his guitar beside him.

“ Are you writing cringe metaphors again?” You teased, and nudged him as you prepared your art supplies.

“ No, I’m not..” He replied, he wasn't, because he was writing a song and his subject is you, his friend whom he never thought he’d like more than a friend.