EVAN
Observing Emerson's distracted demeanor, I discerned her penchant for missing classes and creating a portrait of a man. My suspicions grew into confirmation: she was involved with someone. The realization ignited a surge of fury within me. The thought of another man's hands-on her, the idea of her sharing intimate moments with him, tore at my sanity. I yearned to know more about the man she was painting.
I had believed she was different, focused on her career and uninterested in the distractions of relationships. Yet, here she was,entangled in a web I never anticipated.