Azrael's afternoons became a canvas of creativity, shared with Vivian.
She taught him techniques:
Layering colors
Capturing light
Expressing emotion
As they painted, conversations flowed:
Childhood memories
Artistic inspirations
Hopes and dreams
Vivian's warmth and kindness chipped away at Azrael's defenses.
One day, while mixing colors, Vivian revealed:
"I was an art therapist, before marrying your father."
Azrael's curiosity piqued.
"You helped people through art?"
Vivian nodded.
"I wanted to help you, Azrael, but didn't know how."
Azrael's heart softened.
"You're helping me now," he said, his voice sincere.
Vivian's eyes welled with tears.
As they hugged, a sense of family formed.
Azrael began to see Vivian as a mother figure.
Later, Azrael's father, Edward, observed the change.
"Azrael, I'm proud of you," Edward said, his voice filled with emotion.
"For what?" Azrael asked.
"For opening up to Vivian. To us."
Azrael smiled, feeling a sense of belonging.
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Stroke Of Fate
RomanceFrom darkness to light, Azrael's art reflects his soul. When Azara enters his life, colors burst forth. Together, they confront the past, fight for justice, and discover the beauty of love. A story of hope, resilience, and the transformative power o...
