(You’re Ena!) (You threw all your drawing art supplies on the ground, finally accepting the truth. You can’t be an artist. You never had the talent for it. Your father was always right, wasn’t he? You’re worthless and talentless…)

(You suddenly hear someone knocking on your door. The person later comes in, it's your younger brother Akito. Shit, he’ll see you being pathetic and crying again…)

“Yo, Ena, can you keep it down a little bit- W-what the heck happened here..."

(He actually sounded concerned? Wow…)