Rain tapped against the window. Soft at first. Then harder. Steady.
Sienna sat on the couch in her studio apartment. Paint-stained sweatshirt. Hair pulled back messy. Eyes tired.
Around her, evidence of another sleepless night. Half-finished canvases leaning against walls. Tea gone cold on the table. Brushes still wet.
The quiet felt too big. Too heavy. Like it was crushing her from all sides.
She stared at the window. Watched rain streak down glass. City lights blurred through the water. Colors bleeding into each other.
Her mind wouldn't stop. Thoughts circling back to the same places. The gallery. The slap. Landon's face when he said it was a mistake.
She hated that part of herself. The one that still waited for him to show up. Even when she knew he wouldn't.
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