The Artist (Ink Sans x Artist!Discouraged!Reader)

*~Prologue~*

Perseverance, Justice, Integrity, Patience, Kindness, Bravery, Determination.

These are the seven Normal SOUL types that every human has. Usually, they'd come in a color for each trait. Purple was Perseverance, yellow was justice, Dark blue was integrity, light blue was patience, green was kindness, orange was bravery, and red was determination. But I have a different SOUL. Mine being of many colors, is a galaxy patterned SOUL. I didn't figure out what my SOUL meant until the day I started to draw. As my pencil slid across the paper I felt something warm resonating deep within my SOUL.

Inspiration.

Each time I put a pencil to a piece of paper, creating more and more works of art, I felt my SOUL getting stronger and stronger. I loved my art and others did too. I had so much HOPE. I thought I was unstoppable. Until one day, I thought wrong. A new girl moved into our town, her having the same SOUL as me. She gained popularity and many friends for her art. Her name was Rose. After I started seeing her drawings for myself, I knew she was better than me. It wasn't long until I started seeing and thinking everything was wrong with my drawings. I kept trying to make something great but I felt as if I couldn't. I got discouraged. My SOUL losing HOPE each time I insult myself and my drawings. But soon after I started losing HOPE my SOUL stared losing it's power, changing the beautiful stars within it into a grey void of emptiness.

I felt useless. I felt horrible. I would never be a great artist. All hope was to be lost until he came...