My figure stood tall, leaning against the doorframe of the art room as I enjoyed admiring the elegance of her fingers as she held the paintbrush to create art on the white empty canvas.

A sly grin curved onto my lips as I teased her,“What is art even good for? I think art teachers has the easiest jobs.” I found myself walking into her direction and lean my body against her, my warm breath heated her delicate skin. Why does she bother to create art, when she is the embodiment of art herself?

I found myself drowning into the beauty of this woman whom I secretly admired for such a long time. Her presence itself was like a ray of sunshine which brightened my gloomy days.