Chapter One: GalleryKate, or Kitty, as most of her friends like to call her, feels the familiar sense of calmness envelop her as she stares at the yellow corn field. If she closes her eyes, she can almost imagine the wind in her face, the corn brushing against her toes. The sky behind the windy field is filled with crows that feels like they're coming towards her.
Like all his other paintings, this one reflects the intense emotional turmoil that's racking the artist as he's drawing it. Pain, confusion, panic... she tries not to dwell on it for too long, knowing how easy it is to fall into that same hole.
In her opinion, he truly encapsulates the meaning of finding what you love and letting it kill you.
"That's a rather morbid though, isn't it?" a gruff voice says from beside her.
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