Story Name: "My Fake Romance with the CEO ignited a True Heartbreak" Part 6 of 6 Ethan steps closer, invading my space. “You think this is just about business?” His voice is low, almost dangerous. “You think I didn’t feel anything?” My heart races. “What are you saying?” He runs a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. “I was trying to protect myself! The last time I let some...
it's not that i daydream too much. it's just that i have a whole playlist of instrumental music for the 10-minute speed painting i keep telling myself i will do. with someone i met once. so now when i hear the music, i can see our non-existent collaboration. we painted nothing, but the colors and brushes are vivid in my mind. i'm in the gallery already— it's surreal.
so here i am, wide awake at three in the morning, practicing my acceptance speech for an award that only exists in my head. i have the perfect line about how the obscure 19th century painter i recently discovered "changed my life" while really, i only liked their art because it reminded me of an abstract stain on my bathroom wall. also, i literally spent an hour rearranging my bookshelf to fit a fictional narrative where these characters have deep conversations about self-identity that i’m pretty sure they never had, yet here i am, waiting for the plot twist of my actual life. the weirdest part? i only made dinner for one.
so here i am, wide awake at three in the morning, practicing my acceptance speech for an award that only exists in my head. i have the perfect line about how the obscure 19th century painter i recently discovered "changed my life" while really, i only liked their art because it reminded me of an abstract stain on my bathroom wall. also, i literally spent an hour rearranging my bookshelf to fit a fictional narrative where these characters have deep conversations about self-identity that i’m pretty sure they never had, yet here i am, waiting for the plot twist of my actual life. the weirdest part? i only made dinner for one.
wait. just realized i’ve been critiquing the realistic portrayal of spaghetti in animated movies like a certified culinary critic. last night i had a full debate with my cat about how no one simulates the dramatic slurp of a noodle properly. i’m so committed that i might start a YouTube channel dedicated to pasta inaccuracies in kid films. hashtag what is my life? hashtag spaghetti scholar.