Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

Formerly called "the gallery" now called "fractured" Winnie hart is 22 years old and she owns her gallery 'Aurelia' and the gallery was meant to be a place of quiet and beauty-but when a stranger keeps appearing in the shadows, nothing feels safe anymore. Winnie is drawn to him even as unease grows, and every painting and corridor seems alive with secrets. The closer she gets to understanding the mysteries around her, the more she realizes the danger isn't just in the art... it's in him.