He's perfect in everyone's eyes, his messy red hair stands out, his brown eyes that makes girls drool, his personality is carefree yet cold at the same time.
Akasuna Sasori was a perfect man.
I'm just a nobody.
I have been with him since the day he found me. I'm the first one to comfort him when he's down, the first to make him smile, I want to be more to him but... I can't.
I'm only his model, his doll to paint pictures. Nothing more nothing less.
I looked down on my hand, the picture he drew of me. No other emotion but pain, hurt, loneliness but I didn't want him to know so I hid those motions the best I can.
"Saso-kun!" There she was, Sasori's first love; Ayame Nobara. Blond hair, blue eyes, they go perfectly together, she was very pretty, her bright blue eyes and yellow hair fits together with Sasori's brown eyes and red hair.
I couldn't compare with her, I'm just a plain nobody.
"Hn?" I watch them talk and I felt like a third wheel here.
"Who do you like?" Sasori never confess to her. I wish he never will.
I quietly walk out of the classroom hoping either of them saw me. I guess I was done for the day from painting.
"I don't like anybody." I knew it was hard for him to say that he likes her. It was the best I don't ask him anything personal, I knew he liked her from the looks when he talks to Ayame.
The sky is having the same feeling with me, the pain was too much.
"Sasori I love you."
"I love you too my doll."
It's sad, really it was.
My 'I love you' meant so much more than you would ever know.
"Sakura." Why are you here? This is your chance to talk to Ayame alone.
I looked at him with my emerald green eyes.
"We are not done yet." He took me by my hand and draged me back to the art classroom.
Stop. Don't touch me.
Don't.
"Your hiding something from me." Don't look at me with those eyes, they are suppose to before Ayame.
"No, I'm not hiding anything." I always get lost in his eyes.
I shut my feelings away so our relationship wont disappear. "Did you think Saso-kun will return your feeling?"
Everytime I'm with you, my feelings resurface again and everytime it resurface they grow more and more. I'm begging you don't make my feelings more over flow than it is.
I want to say I love you but I'm scared that we will never be back to our relationship. After all when you are done painting pictures of me you will be gone.
I will do my best to smile at you, let's keep it this way.
Your my painter.
I'm your doll, nothing more, nothing less.