•Katarina's POV•
The first few rays of sunlight peaked through the curtains, rousing me from my sleep.
I groan and roll onto my left side, shielding my eyes from the harsh light with my pillow. I eventually coax my eyes open, letting them adjust to the new light.
I heave myself off of my bed, which was nothing but a single queen sized mattress on the floor and padded my way to the window. I spread open the curtains to reveal a bright and sunny San Francisco day. I opened the panes, letting the fresh, sweet summertime air into my lungs.
Smiling, I then make my way to my art studio. I had set it up in what was supposed to be the second bedroom, because it had a balcony which overlooked Haight Street, giving me plenty of inspiration for my artwork.
I slipped on my paint-splattered smock over my "pajamas", a plain-white tank-top and a pair of boxer shorts, grabbed my palette, squirted on the colors that I knew I was gonna need and made my way to the already-set-up easel, near the open balcony doors.
Without hesitation, I put my brush to work right away.
I never put any thought beforehand into what to draw, I just let myself go with the flow, and somehow, I always knew what to paint.
As the bristles of my brush wash over the canvas, I let my mind drift off, remembering my days with Ville Valo...
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FanfictionIt's the year 1991, Katarina, is a young woman from Helsinki, who is currently studying away from home, for her bachelors at the prestigious San Francisco Arts School. She is passionate and determined to become an amazing artist, but something is te...
