𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
DARK ROMANCE
"Fuck. You."
I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wa...
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I dipped my paint stick into light grey paint before I placed it on the wall and covered the very ugly original cream color. My restaurant was almost close to being done I had just got done ordering the last of the tables and chairs before I decided that the wall color was ugly and didn't fit the look I was going for. So I went to the store and picked up this grey color. And now I'm painting.
If I was being honest, painting was actually very relaxing.
I also was doing a lot better. I was eating more and I wasn't locked up in my apartment all day like I usually would be. I wouldn't say I was happy, but I was coping.
I glanced at the door when I heard it open and a breeze of wind came in. Alex stepped through his hair all over the place from being so windy outside. He looked over at me and then his gaze went to the paint bucket at my feet and the paint stick in my hand. Confusion took over his features as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing.
"What are you doing?" He finally asked, placing his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Painting. What else does it look like I'm doing?" I asked him with a roll of my eyes.
"You know you could hire people for that right?" He told me acting like I was dumb and hadn't thought about it.
Of course I did, but painters are goddamn expensive and I don't have money for that so I'll do it myself.
"I know" I said, taking my gaze off him and back to the wall that I was painting.
"Okayyyy" he dragged the word out like he couldn't comprehend me painting my own restaurant.
After a full minute I looked back at Alex who just started at me like I was growing two heads. "Are you going to help me or stand there and stare all day?" I asked with a raise of my brows. He smiled and pushed his hair out of his face before he headed towards me.
I bent down to pick up the packs of brushes I had. "I don't have any more paint sticks, but this should work for you," I told him as I handed him one. He looked at me with a frown and I shook my head.
"Work with it dude" I told him knowing he wasn't going to want to paint with a brush like that and instead with the one I had. Because one who the fuck wants to paint a wall with a brush.
"You seem better," Alex said after a moment. I turned my head a little seeing that he was concentrating on the wall and the paint. I was glad he saw a difference from how I was a week ago. Even though his brother said otherwise. I don't blame him though he's just worried even if he pisses me off.
"I heard you got into it with my brother" Alex said and it was like he was reading my mind.
"Yup" I replied.
"He suggested I should go to therapy," I added.
"And what did you tell him?" Alex asked and I looked over at him.
