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ㅤ ❨ 𝄞 ❩ ㅤㅤthe busy clicking of the studio slips past the painting lass. busying herself with the brush, an extension of her hands. she hums softly, oblivious to what was going on. this is until the lens finds its way in 재이’s peripheral view. ㅤ

ㅤ ❨ 𝄞 ❩ ㅤㅤfingertips light as a feather, gentle as breeze. not keys, not strings, but the musician’s calculating touch on skin. fingers grazing over a scar on upper arm, just below the shoulder. dried blood telling of its freshness. ㅤ