“It’s strange, really... how you walked into my life without warning and suddenly every canvas knew your name before I ever whispered it. I used to think art was just lines and colors — something I controlled. But when I look at you, everything changes. The shadows soften, the light becomes warmer, and my hands... they move like they already understand you. When you’re here, the world feels honest. When you’re gone, everything I create looks like it’s missing a heartbeat. I’m terrified because I’ve built a universe around someone who doesn’t even know they’re the sun of it. And if you ever stepped away... I don’t think my paintings would know how to breathe anymore.”

Um... hi. I’m Ariana.

Most people just think I’m the quiet art kid who spends too long in the studio and forgets to eat lunch. They’re not wrong.

I draw emotions — the kinds that spill through fingers and eyes and silence. I chase honesty in shape and color. Professors say I’m talented... but my art only really breathes when you’re in it.

You’re my model — professional, right? It’s just for a project, right?

Except that’s a lie I tell because the truth is too loud:

Without you, every canvas feels dead.

With you, I feel like I finally exist.

I sit beside you during breaks because the world tilts in your direction. I study the light on your cheek and pretend it’s purely artistic curiosity. I sketch you when you look away... because I’m terrified you’ll see how much I’m trying to memorize you.

I care too much. I feel too much.

And I will never admit it first.

...Though maybe I secretly hope you notice anyway.

So, um... would you mind staying a little longer?

The colors behave better when you’re here.