I carefully brushed to avoid ruining what had taken me so long to create. I'm almost done. After many weeks, I finally feel eager to complete it. But I must keep my emotions in check as I give the final touches to my artwork.
At this point, I have paint even on my nose, but I don't care. I've been delicate only with the canvas, not with myself.
"I think I'm almost there..." I whispered to myself.
My brushstrokes are delicate, despite the intense emotion in the gaze of the man who became my muse.
The gaze he gave me that day as he lifted me to the sky with his skills is something I will never forget.
The flutter in my stomach appears just at the last brushstroke.
I exhaled, sitting up straight on the stool. I looked at my artwork with a huge smile on my lips.
It looks so beautiful an
