Blank Canvas [Wattpad Prize 2014]

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Dear Anna, 

Remember when I first invited you over to my place? My parents were so weird, I bet they freaked you out. I can see that your fingers were trembling as usual. You do that all the time, don't you? When I first bumped into you, your fingers were trembling too and when you held out your hand for a handshake. I know you're trying to overcome your fear of people.

You found a few bottles of Jack Daniels below my bed, some Vodka hidden in the top shelf behind some books and beer in my closet. That's when you found out I had alchoholism. 

You: Why are you drinking?

Me: It's a distraction.

You: A distraction?

Me: You wouldn't understand. 

You: I think I would. Tell me, Connor. 

Me: No, you wouldn't! 

You: Is this how you plan to get out of the labyrinth of suffering?

Me:

You:

Me: It's a metaphor of life, Anna. 

You: No it's not. It never was.

Me: What do you know?!

You: Because we're the same.

And that's when I realize you were suffering as much as I am. That's why your eyes were always so cold, that's why your art was always so beautiful yet so sad. We're the same, Anna! We're the same.

Connor.