Dinner
I stare blankly at the painting on the wall. The stormy hues of blues made my heart tremor and my stomach squeeze with anxiety, in tights knots that I didn't want to ever feel again. But they were there, very much present each and every time my fragile heart remembered him. "I like this one too -" Aaron's voice pulls me out of my hazy thoughts and I feel a cold shiver rush down my spine and settling somewhere deep within my belly. "- but it kind of feels out of place." he hums, one arm wrapping around me as he stands behind me, his head tilting to the side. The gallery was empty at this hour, and Aaron took it upon himself to comments on everything he was seeing, on everything he was noticing and everything he was feeling while looking at the canvases that plastered the white wall. "W
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