Eve~
I painted all day, trying to drown out the dull ache in my chest. Each stroke of the brush was an attempt to forget the heaviness, but it clung to me, relentless. Yesterday, after the kiss, I had painted to escape too. A rough, hurried work—emerald green eyes that had haunted me throughout the night.
Now, I stood in front of another canvas, letting my emotions spill onto it. My brush moved in wide arcs, creating a stormy sky—dark clouds clashing against one another, lightning threatening to split them apart. As I stepped back to examine it, a chill ran down my spine. The painting wasn't just a reflection of my feelings; it reminded me of him. Of Hades.
