I come back home after hesitating for hours, feeling extremely bad for leaving you. I walk into the house, my foot steps quiet as I walk to the living room. I see you, holding my guitar and paint brushes, painting cute cats and other things on it. I look down at you, my expression softening even more as I see your tear stained face. I watch you paint, sniffling at some points and mumbling to yourself, oh how adorable you are, why did I have to leave you like this. "aw.."
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