He started to paint his picture on his pale canvas and what started to appear was the paint.
Red paint.
Shades of scarlet and maroon.
Soon enough, his whole canvas was red.
He was not satisfied though.
He just more depressed by the second.
He was crying.
By the time he was about finished everything was beginning to go dark.
The boy got dizzy and eventually laid on his bedroom floor, paintbrush in hand, an paint rapidly dripping off the canvases.
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Dark Paradise
Kısa HikayeA depressed boy can't take anymore of the pain he goes through {extremely short story} (COMPLETED)
