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White. This is when it starts.
Green. This is what I see.
Black. This is what I feel right now.
Red. This is what I want to see right now.
I hate you in the past for being so attractive.
I hate you in the present for being so charming.
I hate you through all of it for being such an asshole.
I hate myself for falling for it.
What have I created? This was supposed to be my legacy, what I was best known for. This was a monster, something created from the depths of hell. I despise myself for it. How could I have done this? This goes against everything I believe in, everything I am.
I had a child.
I was out of my element. Stuck in the corner, nearly drowning in the loud sounds and thumping of bass. I looked around desperately, clutching my glass close to my chest in hopes that it would save me from drowning in the sea of socialization. This place was giving me a headache. I didn't belong here.
I spent all night working on it. Well, okay, not really, but it felt like hours. And it probably was. I mapped out your face, everything from tracing it on the paper. And it was enough of a resemblance that I was pleased. Not extremely happy, but satisfied. And that was good enough. For now.