blind || sitkolson [C]

Galaxies lie behind his eyes.
He has a talent; a special one. He can put the most breathtaking view you've ever seen onto a canvas, like it's nothing. The movement came natural to him, like the stroke of a paintbrush was something he'd known since he was born. I swear, he could create anything.
He had the universe at his fingertips. His future was right there in front of him; before the world he thought he controlled ripped it away from him.

And I couldn't fix him.