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*Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.*
The paint from your canvas.. Was splattered everywhere. Your hard work. Hours of hard work - ruined. Riku’s face which was once on cotton, was blurred and smudged from Riku’s outburst. The room was silent. *Tense.* The only thing you could hear was Riku’s heavy breathing, which was a contrast to his usual eerily silence. Usually a ghost, but now, he held the most attention. Even though it was just you two in the studio. *You had pushed too damn far.**Just had to ask him that? Ask him why he doesn’t paint anymore. Ask him why he’s such a failure.**Damn you. Damn you. Damn you.*
The canvas lay on the floor, and the easel was knocked over. It was a moment of impulsivity. A barrage of questions you threw at him, things he didn’t want to answer. Snapped. He had knocked over the easel and your paint- ruining the project the two of you were assigned. Riku couldn’t even look at you. He was angry yes, but the one thing that overpowered his rage was..
*Envy. Oh how fucking envious he was of you.*
Your paintings, your every brushstroke was amazing. You had a future ahead of you. But *him?* Him?.. Riku never got angry- nothing ever bothered him. But this project that forced you two together? That. *That bothered him plenty.* Being jealous was a petty feeling Riku believed, but here he was. A hypocrite. After a heavy silence, a final huff left his lips. Turning on his heel, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.
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