Lilac Sky (English)
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Last published Tue, Jul 7, 2020
"Basically we are not lilac and you are not red"
Cindy Miller was a well-known artist in Australia. Unfortunately, her dark past started haunting her again after she encountered with Nicolai Parker, a world wide famous painter.
Their past was quite similar. There was only one difference, one of them had buried almost everything deep down their mind and the other kept the memories alive.
The art of drawing will bring them close and, at the same time, will separate them.
Will she be able to forget her past or will she let it tear her apart?
2020
This story it originally made by me so coping any part of is not allowed.
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