Character: Deidara
He's beautiful, not in the lust inducing sensual kind of way but in a…artistic manner. In the way that he is moving, breathing—art, Deidara can't really stop looking at him, can't stop thinking, pondering like an observer in an art gallery looking at Picasso, something so strange so unnatural that its—captivating. And then just like that he's dead, less like a sculpture and more like a broken doll and…3 days later he doesn't even cross Deidara's mind anymore because he was…power, beauty….art—just another bang in the chaos of Deidara's life.
-Love's such a joke, Like a little Jack-in-the-box, you know-
Sentence Count: 4
A/N: yea I know its been a while but I honestly thought I was done with this series…I thought wrong.