AMELIA POV
I paint all day.
Can't stop once I start. The canvas demands everything. All the emotions I've been holding. All the fear and hope and confusion.
I paint our story.
The before: warm colors, soft edges, two figures close together. The early days when everything felt possible.
The during: the colors fade. The figures drift apart. One reaches. One turns away. The space between them grows.
The break: harsh lines. Dark colors. One figure alone. Small. Almost invisible.
The after: uncertain. Tentative brushstrokes. The figures facing each other again. Not touching. But the space between them filled with light. Possibility.
Hours pass. I don't notice. Don't eat. Don't drink. Just paint until my hands ache and the story is there on canvas. Raw. Honest. True.
When I finally step
