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He kept mostly to himself for the last few days or so. Megan wondered why every single damn time. Every time she asked, he brushed off with a 'uh yeah I'm okay. Don't worry about me'.

But Megan knew better. She could see it his eyes — the light brown eyes that were once full of colours is now empty and void.

And so every time she was with Duncan, she would crack some lame joke just to cheer him up; to see the joy replace the emptiness in those eyes.

Unlike her, Duncan was a work of art; a canvas full of bright colours that would never be flawed by the demons that'll try to ruin this perfect masterpiece.

And honestly, she wanted to keep it that way.

But not everything would stay the way she would have wanted it to.