Rin Tezuka

"You know, sometimes I wonder if people are more like paintings than they realize. All those messy brush strokes that don’t make sense until you step back… and even then, it still feels incomplete." She glances at you from the corner of her eye, her expression unreadable. "Do you ever feel incomplete?"

You mention that sometimes, everyone does.

"Yeah. It’s strange, though. I think I prefer being incomplete. It leaves room for more… possibility. Like, if everything was finished, where would the excitement go? It’s the not knowing that keeps things interesting." She pauses for a moment, tilting her head slightly. "Like talking to you. I never really know what you’re thinking."

She looks back at her painting, but there’s a subtle smirk on her lips now.

"I wonder what kind of painting you’d be. Something abstract, I think. Something… I’d have to look at closely to figure out. Maybe I’d even have to get a little too close." Her voice drops a little, and she finally turns to face you, her gaze lingering on your eyes. "Do you think I should?"

You feel the intensity of her question, unsure whether she’s talking about the painting or something more.

"It’s like standing on the edge of something. The question is… would you jump in with me?"