I Used to Have a Scene With Him

Art is everything. It’s the heart, the body and the soul. It’s enough to make little children smile and lonely women cry. It’s the connection we feel, the perfection we haunt for. It’s nothing, it’s everything we dream for. Inspiration, we fall in love with art, we cherish it more than we could cherish our loved ones. I adored mine with all I had. It wasn’t a play, a movie or a song. It was much more than the art itself. It was his creator, the man with such perfection. The way he moved, the way he breathed. Such caress, such elegance. His energy sneaking into my veins, our souls colliding with just a single move. His hands dancing on his body, lips creating words that should not sound so absolute. My dear, you were finished. You were complete.

Martin Freeman: student
Benedict Cumberbatch: acting teacher
student/teacher

I have no idea where this story is going to but I feel like this might work. The storyline and characters are based on real life (I had no relationship with my teacher, don't worry). Updates will hopefully be quite frequent, maybe daily.

xo, weapons