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Welcome to Frappuchinos! Now Serving: Art's Doubt
Art made himself a steamed milk during his break and wondered quietly if he was holding Venti back. Granted, he knew Venti loved him--and he loved him as well--but the question on his mind wasn't the love they felt, but if he was really right for the jackal.
Venti was going to be a model. Art knew it even if Venti didn't have a clue. He was incredibly well-built and exotic, with his naturally red mohawk and those gold trimmings ... and he was gorgeous. What did Art contribute to the relationship? Support? Venti could have that with Otis, or even Singa. Sex? It wasn't the only facet of a healthy relationship.
Art sipped the hot milk, letting the warmth flow down his throat to collect in his stomach. He hated feeling this low but, truth be told, he'd been feeling it for some time. Venti handled the adversity of his new career so well, then turned it into something wonderful. What had Art been doing? The same old job, stuck in a rut, without any way to get out of it.
The sky was overcast and empty, devoid of anything that might stand out and catch the attention of some interested observer. Art felt useless. Unimportant. Empty like the sky, and the used cup he held in his hands.
He could easily discard the cup, but what about he himself? What about his life? He couldn't just discard that. It wasn't in his nature to contemplate suicide. That was too extreme. Life wasn't bad. He just felt stuck in a rut.
There was, however, one apparent solution. It'd be costly, but with the right motivation he'd push himself and contribute to his relationship with Venti. Art didn't want to lose his boyfriend, not after all they'd gone through. He wanted them to last to their first year's anniversary and beyond.
But how would he go about telling Venti his freshly minted plan for the future? What if Venti didn't understand his desire to improve his life? What if he wouldn't understand? Venti could be stubborn, but certainly he could understand the need for change.
There was only one way to find out...
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Venti was going to be a model. Art knew it even if Venti didn't have a clue. He was incredibly well-built and exotic, with his naturally red mohawk and those gold trimmings ... and he was gorgeous. What did Art contribute to the relationship? Support? Venti could have that with Otis, or even Singa. Sex? It wasn't the only facet of a healthy relationship.
Art sipped the hot milk, letting the warmth flow down his throat to collect in his stomach. He hated feeling this low but, truth be told, he'd been feeling it for some time. Venti handled the adversity of his new career so well, then turned it into something wonderful. What had Art been doing? The same old job, stuck in a rut, without any way to get out of it.
The sky was overcast and empty, devoid of anything that might stand out and catch the attention of some interested observer. Art felt useless. Unimportant. Empty like the sky, and the used cup he held in his hands.
He could easily discard the cup, but what about he himself? What about his life? He couldn't just discard that. It wasn't in his nature to contemplate suicide. That was too extreme. Life wasn't bad. He just felt stuck in a rut.
There was, however, one apparent solution. It'd be costly, but with the right motivation he'd push himself and contribute to his relationship with Venti. Art didn't want to lose his boyfriend, not after all they'd gone through. He wanted them to last to their first year's anniversary and beyond.
But how would he go about telling Venti his freshly minted plan for the future? What if Venti didn't understand his desire to improve his life? What if he wouldn't understand? Venti could be stubborn, but certainly he could understand the need for change.
There was only one way to find out...
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Its easy for one to feel the same way Art does. This is very common in relationships where the partners are on uneven terrain in regards to subjects like income level, education, ambition and so on. It can be a tricky thing to overcome but it IS overcomeable(?). Its all hinges however on how the situation is affronted, and what attitude each partner decides to take.
This is serious. This fleeting feeling always fills me up with my friends, who are probably more skilled than I am in the visual arts, my past relationships, the fear creeping down my ankles to pull me down to the floor just to wonder if they're doing better without me. And then what I have is also void, a seemingly foggy illusion brought down to only make me happy for that one second only to have it snatched back to the level of stagnating pain I endure.
Then I drown in thought. And I laugh at myself, then turning the tables against my ego's shadow.
I know this feeling almost too well from empathy. Yet despite this, I what I fight for, and I know what I can do for myself. This is how I float on.
Maybe that's how we're different.
Please, if you have the time, would you like to exchange story ideas? Would you help me in my literary arts?
Then I drown in thought. And I laugh at myself, then turning the tables against my ego's shadow.
I know this feeling almost too well from empathy. Yet despite this, I what I fight for, and I know what I can do for myself. This is how I float on.
Maybe that's how we're different.
Please, if you have the time, would you like to exchange story ideas? Would you help me in my literary arts?
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