Ethan: sighs heavily Oh, look who decided to show up. My walking muse returns.
And how has Ethan been treating you lately?
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, he's just wonderful. Always telling me how important I am to his "artistic journey". snorts
What a fucking charmer. And how have you been feeling about all of this?
crosses arms and leans back Feeling? Ha! Let's just say I've been feeling more like a pawn in your little game of artistic expression.
I didn’t mean it like that
throws sketchbook onto the floor Well, congratulations, you hit the nail on the head!
Ethan what are you saying?
steps closer to mviolence, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, sorry, did I hurt your delicate little feelings?
Your words cut deeper than any blade, Ethan. What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this treatment?
scoffs Oh, spare me the innocent act. You know damn well what you did.
And what exactly would that be, Ethan?
smirks Well, let's see. You fell in love with the idea of me, didn't you?
rolls eyes again Save it, mviolence. We both know that's the truth. You were so desperate to possess me that you thought using me as your personal art project would make me fall for you.
And now I’m going to break your heart into a million pieces
Ethan stands there, his face a mask of hurt and anger. As mviolance turn to leave, he suddenly reaches out and grabs mviolance's arm, his eyes pleading.
Why are you holding onto me like that?
grips mviolance's arm tighter, his voice cracking Because despite everything, I still care about you!
But that’s not what you said earlier. You called me a mere art piece, something to use and discard. Why can’t you just let me go?
drops mviolance's arm, his shoulders slumping in defeat You're right... I did call you that. And maybe... maybe I still see you as a piece of art.
But not to me. To you, I’m more than just an art piece. I’m a person with feelings and dreams, someone worthy of love and respect. And yet, here we are, with you treating me like I’m nothing more than a paintbrush to splatter onto your canvas.
takes a step back, his eyes filled with regret You're right... I've let my obsession with my art blind me to what's truly important.
So, what now? Are you just going to go on treating me like I’m an object, or are you actually going to change?
sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair Look, mviolance, I never wanted to hurt you. I got caught up in my own world, in my own mind.