Room paintings

Painting pictures

-Painting pictures

In Sam's tight and withered looking room started looking like a painted spot, expanded
every time Sam blinked, showing more color like a dream. Imperfect, but still beautiful at the same time changing its original look to be more like an unusual painting. His eyes turning so slowly, catching light every time he turns around. He forgot, he forgot, he forgot that sharp thing - gripping in his hands. One thing whispered to him while another thing spoke so firmly. A woman wearing light on the left and a man wearing dark clothes on the right grinning.

"What a beautiful woman in her living glow surrounding her body, wearing that dress
and wearing that smile." Sam muttered in his head, his eyes quickly went towards the man before himself be naive.

" Do you think I'm clean, love?" The man in that dark corner laughed out.

"What?" Sam replied.

That man's raspy voice said, "I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to her."
Sam noticed their appearances started looking more apparent, that man's face looks more graved than it was before.

"Don't be rude to him." The woman said in a whisper.

"Who you think I am?" The man said towards Sam, graved face distorted to a smile when he somehow came from behind him without making a noise. But still felt like there was a sharp pain in his spine when those words repeat, he finally sees what man wearing, a clean funeral suit.

"Don't scare the young boy." she said so softly.

"Everyone that was ever lived is young to us, love, just wondering if he thought what would happen if he did what he was about to do." The dark man said.

"Don't be like this." she says, making herself seem so pleasant like a butterfly with her pure face.

"I want him to know if he'll go down or up." The dark man said.

"Don't be rude, I already fucking told you, you sound so informal." This time her
sounded so cold, rough, and dark.

"Who are these two?" Sam kept on thinking on those words to finally have answer,
screaming, whispering, and saying those words in his head to think with certainty. He hates being so confused, it hurts him just like love does to him. Just before he can think more that firm voice says.

"I'm not informal at all, never messy, even when people do messy things that causes something to di- "

Stopped himself when he heard her say "stop- "

"I'm sorry for speaking ill with my words, that wasn't thoughtful of me" He said, "I don't want you to ever think badly of me, love."

"Good, I like it when your serious and kind." she said.

"I'll love to spend more time with you." The dark man in his funeral clean suit said so
softly.

"We'll have to have wait when we done with him." she said in her light dress smiling some more.

"I'm okay with that you know patient I can be especially when people sleep finally." he
said sounding so warm Sam wanting to embrace and hold his hand.
His face glancing at Sam, feeling cold understanding who these two are more and more. One feels pure, the other feels empty. One feels lively, the other seems cold. But the other can be cruel the girl while the other can be warm the man.

"Talk to me, I like when people love the gifts, I give them even when it be so cruel,
where people take my gift to make things cruel." She spoke while her glow turned
paled, "Do you want to be with him now or be with me for some time till you be with
him?"

"I kind of want to be with both of you." Sam said.

Her face transformed into a cruel looking thing by that expression showing cracks and scars all over her face.

"You cannot have both of us at once." She spoke after having tears fall down.

"I'm sorry, I can't decide." Sam said
The light women began explaining on why he has to keep on going, fall and keep
getting back up, saying more words like a heartwarming mother.

"I hope you keep going." she said

"I want to keep walking than, both of you please let me have more time to live." Sam
said.

"Good." The dark man said.

That place started looking like his room again.
" I'll see you on-" muffled words from the man like he said some more things.