Wearing a white colored over her sweater, she was standing in the painting studio with her hair in a bun, looking around. Many unfinished paintings were waiting for him. Ever since Enzo started following her, nothing was going well. Everything was going smoothly.
She used to come to this room whenever she was sad. She used to spend hours here, but today she didn't feel like touching anything.
But then, while walking, she stopped next to an incomplete painting. Which was one eye, green eyes and tears flowing from the eyes. But even that painting was not complete.
She looked at the stool placed next to her, where the liquid paint was spread and now became hard as a stone.
She picked up a brush and touched his hard hair. The wet eyes were testimony that she was not there even when she was
