“Sure.” Resting his laptop on his lap, Ezayne rushed to open it. “Here’s her blog. ANd she has some lovely pictures… These are from the time when she had long hair. And these are more recent, she got a haircut…”
He showed him all the photos, all them showing the same girl with mismatched eyes. “Sinner is my Orihime. Unfortunately… she doesn’t see me as her Hikoboshi. Not yet. All because of many mistakes I did in the past…”
Jack studied the pictures closely: the beautiful young woman with the mismatched eyes and dramatic black-and-white-and-red-all-over hair. She would definitely make a good subject for a painting, but something about the situation was making Jack uneasy. This woman, Sinner, didn’t return Ezayne’s feelings? And yet he wanted her in a huge, romantically themed painting on his bedroom wall? That was … sort of sweet, yes, and Jack could sympathize. He’d felt the same way when he’d first met Katelynn, and been so sure that she’d never be interested in him. But also more than a little creepy.
Was it right for him to be a part of this? For that matter, was it safe? He’d scolded Katelynn enough times for getting mixed up with dangerous people – he couldn’t very well do it himself.
But he said he’d pay well, Jack thought, guiltily. We do need the money. And it could be a beautiful painting, even if no one else ever sees it.
“… D-do you want her with long hair or short?”
“Anything would work, really.” he gave him a little sad smile, realizing Jack wasn’t feel too comfortable with all of this. Ezayne bit his bottom lip.
Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to ask him to do this, after all. BUt he couldn’t kick him out without nothing. It would bee too cruel. And surely disappointing for the man. He looked down, sighing.
“I know what you’re thinking. Sure you’re thinking I’m a stalker or something similar. I wouldn’t blame you if you do.” he looked back to the white wall, upset. It semed his little dream would have to be something he had to work in by himself, as he had done before in the years of his training.
He looked back at Jack, and rubbed his arm. “It… It will be enough if you draw to me a simple sketch, really. I just wanted something… Something I could see every morning and think ‘maybe today, she’ll finally give me her hand’. Maybe I’m just dreaming… but I’ve never loved anyone else as much I love her, Jack. I’ll pay you for the time you wasted here, though. It will be enough with a sketch, if you don’t want to do this.”
Jack relaxed a little as he heard Ezayne’s words. The fact that the man was well aware of how strange the situation was made him feel much better. His heart went out to Ezayne – his and Sinner’s story sounded very painful, and tragic.
“N-no, it’s all right. I do want to do this. She’s v-very beautiful,” he gestured at the pictures of Sinner, “and I w-would like to paint her.” He considered it for a moment. “M-maybe you’d like a regular painting, instead of a mural? That way, y-you could take it with you if you moved,” he added.
Jack Maple 