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His arms were crying for help, they had blood flowing, like they were tearing, like it was some cascade.
He thought he was some piece of paper, that he had to cute it.
But, in comparaison, a piece of paper was sometimes to make art, but here, it was to tear himself, getting closer to death more than anything.
The way the cutter blade moving in a swift motion on his arms, just like a paintbrush on a canva.
He was creating pain to forget the pain. Just like an artist who make a mistake would brush it off, using it as a part of their project.
Kimi's soft and pale skin, was now rough with red scars.
He was no longer an artist, but a canva. His own, canva.
And, most-of the time, artist can't see the beauty of his canva, but the others can.
Andrea Kimi Antonelli couldn't see the beauty of his clean canva, and even his violent and reflect of his mind canva, was ugly.
He couldn't look at it, and sometimes, couldn't stop looking at it with disgust.
But, an artist, Oliver Bearman saw the art of the man.
He couldn't see deep down of this art, under the paint he puts on.
Oliver saw the beauty of the man, all the tiny details that was on surface, showing how beautiful he was.
But Kimi showed nothing more than surface.
And Oliver was curious to know more about this artwork.
So it's what he did.
They became closer, and closer to the sun, just to be separated, becoming the moon.
The explosion of the sun that was supposed to happen in years, happened now.
Oliver saw Kimi, he saw him, against his will.
He saw Kimi, without any shirt.
And, yeah. Kimi, being transgender, being a ripped man, when he turned around and saw Oliver.
Trust me, it exploded, a super nova, but it has no light, just fear and a relashionship put on an end.
But Oliver Bearman isn't one to stop looking at an art, he isn't one to forget about something so beautiful, that was so close, yet, became so far away.
But he decided, that, no, it won't be in another life time : Oliver wanted this Kimi.
And, oh, Kimi wanted this Ollie, but was so scared of himself. A monster, a burned canva.
He was sick of this, sick of this body, this mind.
Kimi wanted to look like a boy.
And Ollie thought Kimi was a beautiful boy.
So Ollie blocked Kimi's way one day, not touching him, just, being there, like he was in a museum.
Trying to understand the meaning of Kimi's history, why was a flowering flower, so withered ?
So, yes, Oliver wanted to reach for this flower, but she was barely a bud, it needed time.
It took time, to talk about this, understanding everything.
The sun and the moon that were so close, yet so far, was now forming an eclipse.
Being one.
Oliver stayed at Kimi's side, and Kimi stayed at Oliver's side.
Oliver was the artist, Kimi the art, he helped Kimi, hiding the colder side, making the boy brighter, accepting the changement.
A new kind of art has been created.
The art of love, the art of their body.
Kimi revealed to Ollie his arms, the pain he inflicted on himself.
Oliver's new way to show his love, and makes Kimi believe in that, kissed each pump; each scars.
And when Kimi finally had the autorisation to do his mastectomia, Oliver couldn't help but kiss it when he could, running in a feather-light touch theses scars.
And Kimi couldn't be happier to be Ollie's canva.
Kimi couldn't help his disphoria, but now, he wasn't feeling like a total shit.
He had his light in darkness.
And now, his arms were no longer crying for help.