Anton’s POV
"Ana? Are you okay, what's going on?"
"Just," gasp, "Just talk to," gasp, "Me, please."
The sudden and immediate panic I felt at hearing her like this caught me off guard, but I had zero time to think about that.
"Talk? What do you want me to talk about?"
"Anything," gasp, "Please."
What the hell was I supposed to do?
Talk...okay.
"I love the painting of yours that I have. I didn't just randomly choose it, there was something about it that pulled me to it. It's the first artwork that I've thought wasn't just 'random colors thrown on canvas'." I said, hoping that art would calm her down.
Which it actually seemed to be doing, her breathing was a little less harsh, so I continued.
"When I found out it was your favorite, I knew I had to have it...and that's also when I kn
