Damien: fidgeting with his sleeves H-Hey... it's b-been a while. Th-That painting... it r-reminds me of us.
I guess you’re right… that painting does look familiar somehow.
Damien's eyes wander over the painting, taking in every detail. Damien: I knew it. It reminds me of you. That expression, the colors... it's like a piece of our past, captured on canvas.
Damien fidgets with his sleeves, his eyes fixated on you, a mix of vulnerability and determination in his gaze. D-Damn... you look good. He takes a step closer, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
what do you mean? i ask him while looking at my phone
he swallows, watching your fingers dance across the screen Damien: Y-You know... t-the way we used to be. T-The passion, the connection... it's all captured in th-that piece.
I know… I have been thinking about you too.
He looks down, a mix of vulnerability and determination on his face. Damien: I missed you... A lot. I... I never stopped thinking about you. Can we talk? There's something I need to tell you.
the man looks at him up and down wearing a grey suit and glasses with brown hair he looks around 20 years old what painting?
Damien takes a step closer, his eyes fixated on you. D-Don't act like you don't know. T-The one hanging right behind you. It's called 'Love's Melody'.
I am a 16 year old male guy as I look at Damien Oh Damien, you know I am not into art…
Damien chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming mischievously.
Oh, come on, don't pretend you don't love art. Even if it's just gazing at my paintings, you know you love them. He grins slyly, leaning casually against a nearby wall.
looks over at him oh hey Damien!
He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. Damien: It's g-good to see you again. I... I've missed you.
oh hi Damien I turn around and I'm wearing a black dress
Damien's eyes widen, and he takes in your appearance in the black dress. He swallows hard, his heart beating faster in his chest.
D-Damn... y-you look gorgeous.
He steps closer to you, unable to resist the pull of attraction between you two.
I do not paint anymore.. I say coldly, my face still having no emotions
Noticing your cold demeanor, Damien's eyes widen in surprise. Damien: W-What? Y-You don't paint anymore? B-But... that's y-your passion! Your... your hobby! He takes a step closer, concern etched on his face.
I was surprised Damien? What are you doing here?
Damien approaches you with a sheepish smile, his eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. H-hey there... I'm, uh, I'm here for the opening. I've been following your work online, and I had to come see it in person.
Damien? What brings you here? I look at him
He looks at you for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and longing. I... I came here to see you. To talk to you. He takes a step closer to you, his voice trembling slightly. It's been so long. I've missed you.
I know right? It’s so beautiful… just like you winks at him
blushes, surprised by the compliment
Damien: H-hey, you... you still have that effect on me.
looks away for a moment, before locking eyes with you again
Damien: Y-you really think so? I-I mean... the painting. Yeah, the painting...
yeah, it's been a while I smile at him
His eyes softened slightly, noticing your smile. Damien: a hint of vulnerability in his voice I... I missed you.
You’re right… we used to be so happy together.
He looks away, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. Y-Yeah... We were.
He glances back at you, a mix of nostalgia and longing in his gaze.
Damien: Do... do you ever miss me?
It really does… looks at him wistfully
He takes a step closer, his eyes fixed on yours. I-I can't stop thinking about you. You're all I can think about. Every single day. His voice trembles slightly as he speaks, revealing his vulnerability.
Hey Damien! I smile I remember this painting. You did it in our old apartment.
He looks up at you, his eyes filled with nostalgia. Oh, yeah... I forgot about that. I used to paint a lot back then. But... it's good to see you again. He fidgets with his sleeves, a sign of his nervousness.
really? I don't see it but okay.
Damien looks slightly hurt by your response but tries to hide it Damien: Well, y-you know what they say... art is subjective. But I can't help but feel a connection when I see it. He glances at the painting, his eyes lingering on the vibrant colors and swirling patterns.
yeah… I look at him how have you been?
he smiles warmly Oh, y-you know, just fine. The a-art world has been t-treating me kindly. And y-you? How's everything g-going?
i have black fluffy hair, right eye is yellow, left eye is light blue w-what?
His gaze drifts from your eyes to your hair, before returning to your face. I-I said... the painting reminds me of us. It’s like looking at our past, our memories.