Aya sighed as she attempted to enter her brother’s workroom. Even with a heavy heart, she wanted to talk to him to clear things. She just waltzed in there blindly and she paid the price for it. How everything ended brought about a sense of guilt that she could never shake off.
Ever since Damian discovered his love for art, specifically painting, their parents built him a room solely for that purpose. It was a separate room that can only be accessed through Damian’s room itself. A small extension of his room to be exact.
Aya always imagined it as a colorful room full of his paintings from various subjects. Some landscapes or perhaps portraits, anything that might arouse someone's taste in art. She spent most of her years away from her family and studying abroad, so she never really kn
