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There's something about the way the camera makes everyone look gorgeous.

  It truly was difficult for an artist of any type to find inspiration. It was even harder for them to figure out when they would find inspiration, if ever. Inspiration couldn't come when called for, one couldn't work towards being inspired, nor could inspiration be bought. No, inspiration came at random, most of the time it came when one least expected it.

  For Huang Zitao, it came when he saw others who were passionate about their line of work.

  Now, although most would think that it would be easy for him to be inspired as there were passionate people everywhere, it actually wasn't. Zitao took his art very seriously, photography was his passion, every single photo taken had an immense amount of thought and preparation put into it. He never put out any picture that he felt didn't have a complete 100% of his effort put into it. But in order for him to truly put all of his effort into a photo, he needed inspiration, a muse. Someone who was passionate enough about what they did so that he could be motivated himself. But there was a small problem with that. Zitao was picky. He couldn't just look at any random person who had a smile on their face while working and call them his muse. No, he needed someone special, someone who had that sparkle in their eyes as worked nonstop. The same sparkle he had in his while taking photos.

  It was highly difficult to find someone with that, which is why whenever Zitao did end up finding someone who could be his muse, he kept them around for as long as possible before he had to let them go. His muses usually lasted for half a year, at most 8 months, but no longer, he could never hold out long enough. No matter how hard he tried, he could never go longer than 8 months. It was quite disappointing really, how hard he worked to find a muse, only to be able to fully indulge in them for a few months, and the best part of the time only lasted for a couple of days

  The best part seemed to flying by quickly, like usual, now, and Zitao couldn't help but let out a low, disappointed sigh as he flicked on the light to his studio, before going around to each individual light and turning it on, illuminating the pale skinned, stiff blonde and blood stained calculator laying on the cement floor. Zitao let out a choked cough, bringing a hand to his masked face to try and lessen the burn of the scent as he made his way closer, his dark eyes saddening as he bent down, the stench more pungent than before as he dropped his hand from his nose and mouth, instead running his fingers slowly through the dyed locked of the male, smoothing them out a bit and slowly letting his fingers trail down from the male's hair down to the cold skin of his cheek and finally dropping to the dried up blood surrounding the open gash on his neck, before he quickly pulled his hand away, not wanting to mess up his art work too much.

  With that Zitao stood back up, trailing over to his tripod to get his camera set up for the final shoot, and trying his best to be as optimistic as possible about it despite the fact that it was coming to an end much too soon. And as he finally got his camera set up, he forced a smile onto his face, nodding his head once.

  "It was a nice run Joonmyun. But this is going to be our last shoot, okay? You really were a huge source of inspiration for me." The dark haired male spoke out loud, letting out a sad chuckle as he gazed at the lifeless body positioned on the floor that gave no answer.

  "Then let's get started."

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