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"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures. " ~Henry Ward Beecher
Prologue
"I was never a normal child. " my voice came out in a whisper, only allowing him to hear me as we walk along the snowy path.
I guess you could call me abnormal, or bi-polar, or crazy. Whatever you want to call me. I was strange, that was what I was labeled at home. Nobody knew about my secret hobby- my secret obsession. I was a freak in their eyes where I came from. And for that reason, nobody else could know.
"What about now?" he said, his hands muffling his voice.
I turned my head, avoiding eye contact. Licking my dry lips, and holding my hands close to my own mouth. The thin cloth covering them wasn't enough to keep me from shivering. It was too cold outside today for my liking, but not cold enough to stop my inspirations around me from burning bright.
"Juno." my name rolled on his lips, making my eyes dart to meet his grey ones. He smiled, making my heart skip a beat. "Answer me."
A thought rolled through my head, my feet crunching on the white snow beneath me. I couldn't tell him, he wouldn't understand me. No one understood me. Nobody could relate to the things I hid away inside my mind and made sure to never let out.
"Juno!" he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes widened at his tone, my hands shaking from the bitterness of the cold and his tone. All of it was so demanding, so cold. Tears pricked at my eyes as painful memories I had so carefully stored away came back into thought.
"I-I'm sorry." I whispered, shaking my head slowly. His expression softened, coming into realization at what he had done.
"Juno, I'm sorry." he said quietly, reaching out to touch my hand. I jerked away though, tears now caressing my cheeks. Hurt twisted his face, just before I turned on my heels.
Quiet sobs escaped my lips as I ran down the empty road, would I ever be happy? Would I ever find true love? Would I ever find a family?
My thoughts were only cut off when I heard a horn blow, and a blinding light twisted my vision.
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