I can't see you, but I know you are there my lovelies. I'll make a painting of you, but I only have one color of paint. Red. An ugly color for girls as beautiful as you two, but it will have to suffice. There goes one fingernail and the painting begins. We are sitting on the porch watching the sunset, and you're in your favorite summer dress. We are with Emily. Ran out of paint. Off go two more. Emily is about five. She has your curly blonde hair and my brown eyes. She's gonna be a heartbreaker like her momma, that's for sure. I'm not finished, I need more paint. Off go another and another. The sunset is my favorite time to be with you two. It is so quiet and peaceful and the sun is not as bright as you the lights of my life. Need more, I must finish it. The sunset is flavored with all your favorite colors, yellows, purples, oranges, red. All out of paint, but I still managed to finish. I love you to the moon and back. What do you mean you despise me?
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Horror⚠️WARNING⚠️ This story contains gore, suicide, self harm, and much more! (This is my first story hope you like it)
