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The greatest creation

It all started with a blank canvas and a lonely night.

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was a well known artist. His creations got praised all over the world. Paintings, Sculptures, all showing a different emotion, radiating a glow towards their on-lookers not even the Spaniard could explain. Yet his fame didn't help cease the loneliness he felt at night.

Woman and Men threw themselves at him but none of them were the right one.

This is where the story started.

The Spaniard put the canvas on the easel, inspecting the blankness before him. He had enough pieces for his coming exhibition so this could be his distraction until creativity hit him again and could work on another piece for his so loved exhibitions.

He used fine strokes that made the painting almost look real.

Hours, Days, Weekslater, smooth skin, shining eyes, hair that looked soft to the touch were to be seen on the once white canvas. The artist took a step back to look at his creation.

A lean figure was standing in the middle of his painting, a mop of auburn hair with a wayward curl that seemed to defy gravity on it's head. Soft, amber-colored eyes stared back at him, a small smile gracing his lips. The man resembled an other painting he had made a few months prior. They could be brothers. Cute.

The Spanish man couldn't help but smile back at his creation. So beautiful.

A scowl appeared on the tanned, usually smiling face. Too beautiful. No one shall see him like this.

His last exhibition was a success, as always, and he had sold some of his paintings, giving him space for more, newer creations of his. It was hard letting go of his work like that but he had to make a living and he appreciated the fact that people found his paintings just as beautiful as him, willing to pay high prices for them.

Looking back at his finished work a smile graces his lips. He is so beautiful. I can't keep him to myself...but no one shall see him like this. It is reserved for only me. This smile, the kind eyes.

Taking a brush, he didn't pay attention to what kind of brush it was, he dipped it into the paint he used a few minutes earlier.

With a swift stroke he created a dark contrast between the fine brushstrokes he used earlier, with the now, almost ugly, hard line. He continued like this for hours, not even once letting go of the paintbrush.

Layer for layer he smeared more paint over the beautiful creation of his. Layer for layer covering the beauty that was once to be seen on it.

Hours later the Spaniard finally let go of the brush. It fell to the floor, making little noise in the silence of the night.

He took a few steps back, looking at his beautiful creation for the first time in hours.

The kind eyes turned into a nasty look, fitting to the hard line of his lips. The once so lovingly peaceful face turned into a scowl, glaring at the Spanish artist as if to ask him why he did this.

The fine, strokes that made it once look so realistic, turned into harsh, long strokes that made the painting look rough.

It didn't look like any other paintings of his.

It was something special.

"You are still beautiful, mi tesoro.", he whispered in the dark, as if to reassure the man on the canvas.

The glare didn't cease, which made him snicker. Talking to a painting. He really spent too much time with his work.

He decided that what he did was the right thing. The man still was beautiful. His soft, kind eyes and the small smile, hidden under several layers of paint. Hiding the beauty that was really behind that scowl.

But he knew that it was there. He knew exactly that his harsh, rough painting has a beautiful, soft side, too.

He'd show the world this new creation of his.

Knowing exactly that he is the only one to see it's true beauty.

Knowing that this creation of his, will never leave him.

The greatest creation of them all.

He quickly signed his newest creation.

Antonio F. Carriedo

Authors Note: I planned this to be a multi-chapter. But I liked how it came out like this.

Let me know what you think. Should I leave it like this or add some chapters?

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