Memory 38
Slumps of nothingness and bursts of creativity. All of which was common in our lives. It felt weird to call it "ours". But it was. The backyard was always a mess. A half-finished Birdbath, cobblestone path and a pool. All of which felt the wrath of your paintbrush. You just painted stupid cartoon characters on the wall when you were angry with me. I did actual garden work. When we were angry at each other both of us retreated to the backyard. Even with our angry fuelling it, it was still a beautiful place in other's eyes.
A/N: I'll post two chapter tomorrow as apologies for all the Rosh angst I put you guys through.
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