Sierra's POV
I held my paint brush lightly, staring at the clear sky. The snow had left just as quickly as it came. I moved my brush, smearing paint on the canvas paper.
I let my brush work, my mind half into what I was painting. This was the first time in years I was painting. I was surprised I still had it in me. Eve sat across from me, also painting.
I couldn't see what she was doing, and neither could she see mine. “Are you going to tell me what's going through your mind?” Eve finally spoke.
We've been here for over an hour. The sound of the leaves dancing on the trees and the cool air of the wind touching my skin was the right ambiance I needed right now. It was calm. Calmer than the chaos that seems to be happening in my life.
I hadn't said a word since we got here. I only told
