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It was the crack of dawn, I heard the sounds of birds, the whistling of the wind, and the feeling of another masterpiece.
‘Ah, the best feeling,’ I thought to myself.
I did my morning biz and was ready to paint. It’s been my second day in the motel, and I have had many ideas inside my creative mind. I wanted to paint all of my ideas but only brought a few supplies, at least for all the ideas in my head. So, I made a compromise, I paint a canvas once a day, simple enough.
Any who, I was starting to paint my latest painting. I always start with my choice of colors.
“Hmmm, Green, Blue, Yellow. Good choice of colors.” I said to myself.
And I started to paint this supposed masterpiece. I start with the background.
‘Let's see…’ I said to myself.
It was a grassy meadow, with maybe some yellow flowers and ooh… maybe someone sitting there, but who?
I thought about that to myself until…
‘Eureka! I can paint Logan! Wait what!’ I thought starting to blush.
Ah, Logan Bell. The reason my spark has returned is why things are going my way. My only friend…
at least in this show.
I can’t remember the last time I was this close with someone, let alone having a friend at all. I wasn’t antisocial; I just liked being a lone wolf. I didn’t hate people; I thought they acted like more annoying flies than anything.
‘Man, I wish Logan could be out of the game so I can talk to him more…’ I thought. But my daydreams would come at a cost (lookee here; it’ll be hard to explain, so bear with me, from the writer).
I painted a red line that ruined my painting of Logan,
‘Oh man, oh man this is bad, but wait…’ I thought to myself.
I’ve released something, but nothing's perfect, why not work out of that red line? But it wasn’t easy.
For my entire life up to this point, I’ve been a perfectionist. I don’t why but I thought if I messed up on something, I just give up thanks to Logan Bell, I think my entire viewpoint on art has shifted.
So, I did that, and I was in that painting. The mixture of colors, the random squiggles and shapes, and the overall abstraction of this canvas, my mind was exploring new boundaries with this canvas and in the end, it was magnificent.
It was the colors I’d used mixed around the canvas with Logan in the center. It was so majestic that I shed a tear on this riveting canvas. I was a bit exhausted so I left and ate some lunch.
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It was now almost midnight and well, all I could do was look out the window. I’ve always felt like the sky is a painting and the sky was this darkish bluish color which I love dearly and decided to do a prayer.
“This prayer is dedicated to Logan Bell. My buddy who helped me find my spark again, made this oddly fascinating canvas from today and everything that has happened in this game thus far. I hope you make it far, Logan Bell,” I said with a smile on my face.
I was going to bed, getting comfortable and all, and then it hit me,
‘Maybe Logan Bell is more than my friend… maybe he’s a miracle giver, no… I think I’m in love, nah that’s silly, right? Right?’
I went to sleep for the rest that I deserved after that canvas I made today. It was now the crack of midnight, with the sounds of the bugs, the wind gently breezing the open forest, and feeling for another abstracted canvas and maybe a teeny-tiny little crush from a man named Logan Bell.