"Have you ever been in love?" was the question he decided to ask
"Yes" was all she said
"What was he like?"
"He always visited in the dark of night. Made my worries go away. He made me into an artist. But once my canvas was full, he left and now I'm messed up."
He look questioningly at me
"What was his name?
After a moment of silence she looked up and said "Death"
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from a book I'll never write.
Teen FictionThis will be short paragraph like writings of thing so would put into a book if I ever wrote one
