Mr. Gray and Ms. Light

A few days ago, my artistic friend, Michelle, had asked me for an idea for her next drawing, and if you know me you know I admire ALL of Michelle’s drawings. I truly do love all of them so much that they are all over my pinterest boards. We even have an artistic pinterest board together too! She usually asks me to give her some ideas or just to look at her drawings in general, and I will give her my opinions here and there, but they are mostly always positive. So when she had asked me this time I gave her the idea of drawing two very different people admiring the same sculpture. Though she’d say she had some trials and tribulations whilst drawing it, it turned out SPECTACULAR! I absolutely love it. I love it so much actually that I decided to finally write a piece to go along with the drawing. Since 2020, I have been having this idea for us to collaborate but I have never really taken up that collaboration chance, but now I have. I wrote “Mr. Gray and Ms. Light” a VERY short story with no light (NEPA goodness), on my phone, at 3 pm on a Monday in one sitting, so it’s not exactly perfect. I do hope to develop on it later, or maybe on the characters more. I do hope you guys enjoy it though :)))

PS: keep an eye out for the change in capitalization. try and see if you can decipher what it means.

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there on the tiled ground, a gray object full of hate and resentment observes the body of the bronzed grande woman

the hunchback man sits with a melancholy presence, and an attitude reparable

he admires as the prickly, yet welcoming vines wrap her into a gift, whilst hugging her curves

mr gray, bears no sense of joy in his bones, and is a headless being poisoned by his own darkness

he cocooned into a moth rather than a butterfly, and just sits alone waiting for his time to pass by

so the way the vines touch the statue bears no effect on him, as his eyes are drawn to the dysfunctional patterns up above

they flow as a harsh wave, similar to a typhoon, revving up to destroy every corner in the room, with no regard for the statue

each corner of the room they touch becomes a part of the grayscale, and loses its light and love

mr gray sits there in agony and pain as he watches the world crumble from the simple cracks in the ceiling, turning into ash

"bad bad omen” mr gray wails, “bad bad omen!”

in his agony and wailing, he notices a tall figure, with clothes the color of the clearest ocean, swing at the same pace

She stands still, with a pleasant appearance, and Her back tall and sturdy, with Her slender arm out in a model pose

yet She doesn’t seem to possess any fear for the dying world

“excuse me ma’am”, mr gray tugs on Her floral skirt, “do you not fear the cracks in the ceiling?”

the Woman laughs a hearty laugh, accessorizing it with a tiny, but noticeable snort

“Those Little Cracks?”, She says pointing to the ceiling, “Those Cracks Can’t Distract Me From This Paragon Of Beauty, sir”

a stunned mr gray shakes himself out of his trance, and realizes the crumbling of the world was a figment of his gray-scaled imagination

–or rather a reflection of his personality

he scurries his back into the wall out of confusion, colliding with the tiled cement

he inclines his injury on the wall, rubbing his head a little as he builds up the courage to ask,

“madame,” he questions, “what is it exactly that you see that you’re so awed by?”

“What I See Here Is A Woman Who Was Constructed With So Much Care And Attention, And Every Stroke of Paint Possessed So Much Detail. The Hugging Vines Show The Love That Both Ends Receive, And It Reflects How We As Humans Communicate.” Ms Light responds showcasing Her bright grills

“Tell Me son, What Is It That you See?”, Ms Light questions the gray-scaled being

“ms. light i see something completely different from you”, he says worryingly, “i see a paragon about to be consumed by destruction, and infected by the darkness”.

and with that, silence and discomfort inflicted the room, as both mr. gray and Ms. Light went back to what they were doing.

observing.