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Julian watched as Heather reached for something—a sketchbook—and the moment it was shown to him, his attention snapped to it.
The first reference was no less than beautiful, but it didn’t stir any urge in him to recreate it. Perhaps it was too flashy for his taste.
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“I won’t be sitting,” he said. He never found sitting to be comfortable throughout the process. His eyes traced over the finished works once again before turning to face the other. “What do you have in mind to create?”@noctishaven
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A faint smile flickered across his lips. Sanctuary, huh? It sounded appealing, but a quiet pang of unworthiness settled over him, making him question once more whether he should be there.
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Plot yang ini juga sama Navin. Keren, sangat surealis dan deep banget maknanya. Pas nulis plot ini sempet gue hold karena berusaha menangkap makna balasan yang ditulis Navin. Rupanya emang multi-interpretatif. Tulisan yang kece banget.
https://t.co/GFpX5VxN2J
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He immediately tried to mask it by—again—scanning the room, painfully aware of how stiff he must seem. Still, if he didn’t want to bolt out of there right now, he needed to pass time.
“You don’t mind an amateur, right?” @noctishaven
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Something about the offer struck him like a truck. Was she just being polite? She’d invited him over, even bought him a drink. But staring at the surroundings could only take so long.
Nervousness bubbled up, escaping as an awkward chuckle.
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