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It took the girl a little to respond, but that was alright. Mara just assumed that it was her appearance, it just seemed to have an unsettling effect on people. However, this girl didn’t seem all that unsettled, which was weird. Mara decided that she liked this girl already.


“Hiya! I’m Unmei; it’s nice to meet you, Mara. Uh…Well, I have no reason why I’m sitting at this amazing table.” Then the girl, Unmei, smiled. It wasn’t one of those ordinary smiles that most people do, it was a genuine and very truly bright smile that just made Mara want to match the smile in it’s intensity, but she knew she couldn’t.

Mara smiled back lightly, and watched the girl for a little bit longer. Unmei seemed to be focused, and Mara decided to not distract her any further. She looked back at her own work. Her personal project was currently beyond frustrating and she hadn’t even started on the actual art project yet. Abstract art was not her strong suit, she loved to study abstract art, but she wasn’t that great at doing it for real.

She pushed her drawing away from her, put her headphones back in, and pulled out some new sheets of paper and normal pencils. Abstract concept… Love? Time? Time was very abstract, especially if you thought about how it fit in with space, and all the ways that it could possibly be bent according to physics. Love was probably the most abstract concept there was, next to chance. Love and chance… They seemed like a good pair for illustrating together. All of these things meant something very special to her. Time and chance especially, but how would it look if she illustrated the precious time that ticked away, counting away until she was no longer in control? How it would look if she tried to illustrate the slim chance that brought five souls together in one body?

Love. It seemed like the least complex, and the most normal. It would be something everyone could understand, yet no one could quite grasp. What to use as a medium? How to illustrate it? A hint of a heart, the barest look at clasped hands. Is there a kiss? The ideas were forming in her head, and she couldn’t keep up with them to sketch them out. All she knew was that she wanted the illusion that there were wings on the paper coming out of all the rest of the hints and glances of typical love-like moments.

Mara began to sketch out “love” in the most abstract way she could, hoping that it would turn out alright, or at least somewhat the way she wanted it. With the way she was drawing today it probably wouldn’t. Why did everything have to be turning out badly today? It was supposed to be a good day, with her in control, and her birthday coming up, and the fact that there was another someone who stood out!

Being singular was a nuisance; it created unwanted comments and unwanted stares. Lately, more and more people have been keeping their mouths shut about her appearance, but there were a few that didn’t, there always were. It helped to have Crimson and Ian in control of her body, they were the main ones that didn’t take crap from anyone. While she didn’t like their methods of dealing with peoples comments, it was helpful.

All the thoughts running through her head about everything else was distracting her. Her artwork was a rough sketch blob of thoughts she’d just had, and it looked terrible, even for a rough sketch. Nothing like what she wanted to illustrate, and it made her look crazy. Mara tucked the sheet of paper behind the others and started over again. This time she had a determination to draw an illustration of love.

Her music was fast paced, her head was clear, and she put the pencil down on the paper and let her mind take her away to the illustration she wanted to do. Sincerely hoping that was what showed up.