Alice’s POV
Two days.
Two whole days and I hadn’t gotten inspiration for anything.
Not that I didn’t try—I did. I tried everything.
But every time I got halfway through, the spark fizzled out. I stopped feeling it.
Sure, I did draw a picture of Leah and Jane smiling—I saw it on their i********: page and got completely preoccupied with it. But it didn’t feel presentation-worthy. Yes, it was beautiful, but it wasn’t me.
It wasn’t my voice.
I’m not all smiles and laughter with my work. That’s not my artistic calling.
I prefer things deep indigo—perfection beyond the physical. I want my viewers to dig beneath the surface, to search for meaning that isn’t immediately obvious. I want them to feel something raw. Unseen things—that’s what I love. That’s where my art breathes.
So, I stayed
