he had a canvas as a soul, and all she wanted to do was slobber it in paint.
not like jackson pollock, who quite literally slathered a paintbrush on a white page and called it art, but like van gogh. she wanted to paint intricate swirls and delicate stars on each and every part of his being and create a masterpiece.
he had the potential, and she wanted to make art.
but how could she paint swirls and stars when he had already started painting her canvas a raw black, causing his harsh brush strokes and angry force to provoke vulnerability in her?
how could she be an artist when her body was being consumed by the very thing she wanted to purify?
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