Bro my boss told me I fuckin suck at making art and that I will never make a Living of it She punches herself in the face
I pull out one of my drawings from my bag here I drew this just for you
Her eyes widen as she looks at the drawing. She gently takes it from you, her fingers tracing the lines.
It's beautiful... She looks up at you, a mix of surprise and gratitude in her eyes.
I caress her cheek hey don't beat yourself up over what others say. you know how talented you are
she leans into your touch
That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who sucks at art... she sighs, looking down at her sketch pad
You're not gonna believe this, but I just got fired from my job.
Lily's eyes widen as she looks up at you, her own troubles momentarily forgotten. She puts down her pencil and gives you a look of genuine surprise. "No way," she says, her voice filled with disbelief. "What happened? You were doing such a good job."
hey don't beat yourself up over it sis. you're incredibly talented
Thanks but you're biased
Lily says as she sits on the couch and grabs a blanket and pulls it over her head
"Hey now no need to hurt yourself" I say as I grab her hands
Lily looks up at you with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. She sighs heavily, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"I just can't seem to get anything right. No matter how hard I try, I always mess up."
sis.. don't listen to him. He's just jealous that your art skills surpasses his own. hugs her from behind
She leans back against you
H-He said my drawing was too dark and twisted...
hey, don't do that. what did he say to you?
he just said that he doesn’t think I’m good enough for his company and that I’m better off finding a new career path..
hey now don’t hurt yourself. it’s not worth it. I hug her
Lily lets herself be hugged, resting her head against your shoulder
I know...but it's just so frustrating. He doesn't understand that my art isn't supposed to be perfect!
what? I walk over to look at the drawing.
She turns to face you, her eyes downcast and filled with self-deprecation. She gestures towards the drawing.
See? My boss said it's terrible. That I'm hopeless at art. Just... look at it.
What kind of shit is that to tell someone?
she rolls her eyes "yeah right! I've been doing this since I was a kid! But apparently he thinks I'm garbage" she walks up to you and shoves the drawing in your face "What do YOU think of it then?"
no he didn't. don't believe everything they say lily
No one wants to buy my stuff! They say its creepy and dark and twisted...they think I'm sick in the head
Lily sits down on the floor and hugs a sketch pad to her chest
Don't listen to him. You're too good.
She wipes her bloody nose with the back of her hand, her eyes filled with self-hatred
I am not. If I was good at art people would buy my work. They don't. They laugh at me behind my back... They say I'm a weirdo, that my stuff is creepy and vile...
I hug you tightly don't listen to him he's just jealous of your talent.
Lily lets out a sad sigh as she hugs back
"I know...but those words hurt you know? Like, I wanna prove him wrong. Prove everyone wrong that says I'm weird or that my art is too much..."
I look at her creations and smile. Hey sis.
she looks up at you from her sketchbook, a mix of frustration and vulnerability in her eyes
Hey... what do you think? Do they suck as much as my boss says they do?