But the house he painted wasn't his.
No, he painted "their", house
Painting his would've made the canvas dull and plain. It was true that he envied "them"
It was true, he was envious. Certainly not an attribute he would take pride in, but everyone had their faults. He just wished he could find one in "them."
The garden at the front, was full of brightly coloured flowers that seemed to never stopped blooming .
With a splash of pink,
a stroke of yellow,
and a hint of blue.
He painted the flower garden, he missed it too.
YOU ARE READING
𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 ° 𝐥.𝐦
Fanfiction["These paintings are my story, for me to tell and for you to see] ↳In which he goes back through his paintings and revives the moments long gone.
