| Current mood: |  contemplative |
- Kikii walked very carefully through her apartment, whincing from the burn on the fronts of her legs and tops of her feet. She sighs wishing the pain would subside. Walking into the kitchen,paintbrush in hand she grabs a bottle of water from the now fully stocked fridge before making her way back into her bedroom. Sitting down she looked at the face on the canvase, the body she loved the touch, those eyes she sighs and picks up her paintbrush adding the finishing touches to her painting. -
It's amazing how much of him I remember in my mind. I haven't seen him in so long - A frown forms on her face. - I have so many things to tell him. I miss touching him, the smell of him. Damnit... - Shakes her head trying to clear her mind -
I'll have you work on you later. - She talks to the painting before grabbing the white sheet draping it over the canvase, she stands and makes her way into the living room. Sitting down on the couch she picks up the remote and turns on the television, finding an interesting movie she lays back and watches.
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