I was trying hard to blur the memories but it was stuck in my head.
I couldn't believe Massimo could be that hostile and treat me in such a crazy manner. He wasn't stable and it scared me.
I grabbed the pencil on the table and turned to the drawing board. I tried to trace the dots into an image I tried to paint.
I kept doing it and after that, I reached for a darker shade and began shading the drawing.
It wasn't as beautiful as a professional artist would have had it, but it wasn't looking so bad either.
My art classes weren't in vain, at least. I was doing well enough and I just smiled as a way of appraisal.
I looked at the drawing to decipher what others would think of it when I thought of him..
I heaved at the thoughts of him and shook my head trying to brush off the thoughts.
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