Sam's heart pounded, as his stomach lurched in protest as he left Colby to go to class. The silence Colby gave him was mind-numbing, but that small smile he swore he saw grace his lips gave him all the satisfaction he needed. He had broken a small piece of the barrier that surrounded the boy.
His mind was a tornado of emotions and confusion, but Sam didn't care. His body that once touched Colby was lit on fire and his hands begged to create. The artist had befriended his muse, leaving his mind wreaked as if a tornado had flown through. Alas, the blonde didn't care, and he didn't think he ever would.
A/n: Nothing like a whole month until an update am I right? As said before, to the people still reading this, I can't believe it. Just a reminder, these updates will be few and sparse. I have no motivation for this story, but I will try and finish it. I hope this small update can tide you over. ~Nightmare
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Paint *Solby*
FanfictionA broken boy who pictures himself as a canvas A struggling artist who has lost inspiration Trigger Warning, intense scenes with description of abuse and violence. Read at your own risk.
