That night, Max thought. He thought and he thought and he thought, and he didn't stop. And frankly, he didn't know what he was even thinking about. It all just blurred as his attention fell onto the girl who was miles away from him and somehow managed to break his heart. But he was strong. He could deal with this. It wasn't like this was the first time he had his heart broken.
Oh wait...
Yes it was.
Max shook it away and instead grabbed a spare canvas from his closet and began to paint with the two colours he had. His father hated having him paint, but Max let himself do it.
It helped him.
And soon, after four hours, his art piece was done.
On the white canvas was a detailed painting of a brain, and on each little section was a person hiding within the grooves. One of them was sobbing in a ball, another was laughing hysterically while tears poured down his face and another was a man looking blank off into the distance.
And when he was done drawing the little men, he painting the back ground a black. Dark black around the edges of the canvas, which gradually morphed into a light grey right by the brain.
When Max was done, he put the painting against his bedroom wall across from him and collapsed into his bed.
Maybe he was wrong about Dove.
Maybe he needed to fix things.
But before he let himself do that, he slapped himself in the face and felt the stinging sensation for a brief amount of time. Then, he fell asleep.
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That Little Letter
Mystery / Thriller~COMPLETED~ Dove had been struggling with school for months, so what does her school do? They give her a penpal that may lighten up her world. At first it was incredibly awkward, but then a deep friendship grew and soon, they never stopped sending l...
