Eren Yeager Artwork Novels & Stories

I stand tall in front of the easel. "I think if I'm the subject, I should have a right to know, shouldn't I" He folds his arms. I swallow. "No. My art is not for viewing." I stand firm. He nods. "So, you've said. But technically, I already know what I look like, so you might as well show me." "No." I cross my arms. "I could command you to show me." He smirks. "Please don't." I whine.

He said. I thought about it. Sharing space with Cole and building a home together. "Can I think about it?" "Of course. No pressure. But yeah, think about it." Walking back to the dorm, I was buzzing. Not with anxiety. With possibility. Two weeks later, campus art exhibition opening. Sage has three pieces displayed. I arrived early to see them before the crowds. First piece: "Fracture", the fragmented mirror painting from her portfolio. Second piece: "Reconstruction", a girl putting herself back together with gold.

After Nancy walked away, Clara immediately leaned over, looking sympathetic. "Twenty pieces! And they're for Mr. Knight's review. You'll have to pull an all-nighter. Even a mule on a production team wouldn't work this hard!" "It's over, it's over—you're doomed!" I opened the document and typed rapidly on the keyboard. "It's okay, I won't be doomed." I focused on my work. When I flipped to the page of the artwork "Fading Spring", the signature JY stabbed at my pupils. Who in the art world didn't know that name? JY—the talented female painter who jumped from the top floor twenty-three years ago.

"I'll be right out, can you wait for me? I need to close the windows." Yihai nodded and went out. Immediately he was out the door, Jaesung sighed and sat on his bed, gripping his hair. "That was close, mum you nearly gave me a heart attack." He reached for his drawer and opened it, bringing out the sketchbook with the sketch of an eye on the first page, a very familiar eye. He opened it and smiled at it and his silly fantasies that would never come true. His favorite now was a recent painting of Yukei holding his hands as they walked under a cherry blossom shower. He laughed at how he thought it was a good idea to paint them in traditional Joseon era hanboks. It just fit the mood, he thinks.