davematthewace
[First book of the 'Artwork series']
Ian Dryden had always looked at the paint-stricken skies with such wonder. Phoenix Sunderland barely even notices how he had mismatched socks this morning.
Two beings, almost polar opposites yet inexplicably drawn to each other. The constant dance between their paths, intertwining; to no avail, was put to a sudden halt when they came face to face with what could be the precipice of change, should one of them take the step and they would fall.
When the sun goes down, all they can do is hope that tomorrow would be brighter, that tomorrow would bring one more mesmerizing sunset.