Psychotic Disaster

Chapter 6

The sun was shining brightly as I crossed the streets of the city in my newly purchased car. The sleek, black vehicle felt smooth beneath my hands, I know how to drive since my uncle Ted used to teach me when I was in 3rd-year college.

Today, I was on my way to Theodore's art studio, a visit that had been weighing on my mind since last night. Shawn's words at dinner had been haunting me. His behavior towards Theodore and the insinuations he made had left a sour taste in my mouth. Theodore didn't deserve to receive such crass commentary. I owed him an apology.

Theodore's studio was a 20-minute drive from my apartment. As I pulled up and parked, I took a moment to admire the vibrant murals that adorned the place. Theodore's touch was evident everywhere, his creativity and passion bleeding into the very walls of his studio.

I knocked lightly on the door, and a moment later, Theodore appeared, his face lighting up with a warm smile.

"Morgan, it's so good to see you!" he exclaimed, "Come in, come in."

I followed him inside, the familiar scent of paint and turpentine filling my nostrils. The studio was a riot of color and texture, with canvases of various sizes propped against walls and scattered on easels, each piece was evidence of Theodore's talent and his unique perspective on the world.

"Theodore, I wanted to talk to you about something," I began, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach. "I need to apologize for something that was said last night."

He looked at me curiously, his green eyes softening with concern. "What do you mean?"

"Shawn made some comments about you, and I just want you to know that I don't agree with what he said. I'm truly sorry if anything he said hurt you."

Theodore's expression softened further, and he shook his head. "Morgan, you don't need to apologize for Shawn's behavior. I know you didn't mean any harm. But thank you for coming here and telling me. It means a lot."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Theodore had always been understanding, and his forgiveness was like a balm to my conscience. "Thank you, Theodore. I appreciate it."

He smiled, gesturing towards the canvases around us. "Come, let me show you what I've been working on."

We spent the next hour walking through his studio as Theodore explained the meaning behind each piece of art. His passion for his work was deep, and I found myself getting lost in his descriptions. There was one painting that particularly caught my eye—a vivid depiction of a stormy sea, with waves crashing against a lone lighthouse.

"This one is called 'Resilience," Theodore said, his voice taking on a thoughtful tone. "It's about weathering the storms of life and standing tall despite the chaos around us."

I stared at the painting, feeling a deep connection to the message it conveyed. "It's beautiful, Theodore. Your work always has such depth and emotion."

He smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Thank you, Morgan. That means a lot coming from you."

After the tour of his studio, Theodore led me to his backyard, which was a lush garden filled with blooming flowers and greenery. A small table and chairs were set up under a pergola, and he gestured for me to sit.

"Would you like some tea?" he asked, already heading towards the small kitchenette just inside the studio.

"That sounds wonderful," I replied, taking a seat and breathing in the fragrant air. The garden was a tranquil oasis, and I felt a sense of peace settle over me.