COLOR ME, RECKLESS.

Aoife trusted colors more than people. For him, every brushstroke was a confession, every shade a memory. Love was too unpredictable-too messy. That's why he poured everything onto the canvas instead.

Then came Fenton. A walking storm with a smirk that could make anyone reckless. He kissed like a promise but left like a habit, living without consequences, never staying long enough to leave anything permanent.

Aoife knew better than to fall for someone like him.

Pero hindi naman lahat ng obra sinasadyang gawin. Some masterpieces happen by accident.

And maybe, just maybe, Fenton was the kind of chaos worth painting.