Buzzing with light, the gallery provided the harsh clarity for the pieces to glow. Each mounted with care, love and compassion.
Every head that observed the works was infatuated (some even intoxicated), but he was barely breathing.
For the unsuspecting Harry had laid his eyes upon Jupiter's last painting and... it was of him.
The paint was raw, rough and red. It was alive and vibrant, but it burned setting a zoo of screams in him. The flames he thought had left with her, hadn't gone.
That miserable day, when attempted to end his life, he decided no more dwelling. He had to keep on living.
She was no longer here, but she left with love for him so he let himself burn as he walked, stopped and absorbed the art her fingers had made because
people go
but how
they left
always stays
- Rupi Kaur, milk and honey
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Jupiter Falls ✓
FanfictionIt was always Jupiter and Hayley, but then there was Harry. Jupiter's journey to finding herself and possibly some romance along the way. ( cover design : @weeknder )
