“Rosey?” Wednesday’s voice echoed inside the tiny art studio. She decided to drop by after work due to the alarming text her friend sent just this morning.
She knew some clients would look at Primrose’s paintings today and receiving an invitation from her to get drinks meant that something went wrong. She didn’t need to ask her because she’d known this girl almost her entire life. They don’t need words. They’ve got each other’s backs no matter what - through thick and thin.
Her shoulder fell as soon as she saw the aspiring painter curled up in a corner. Scattered around her were some ruined canvases and paint brushes. Wednesday bent down and ran a hand through Primrose’s back to soothe her.
“It’s okay.” she whispered softly after putting down her bag on the floor. “Le
