My painting begins with his drunken ass showing up on my doorstep. I could have gone with my cliched romance: how I met him, how he charmed me, how we...you know. You know! ...but that wouldn't be as interesting. Though his song may have been bright at the beginning, the perfect fodder for a crowd, my painting is what will close it together...but first I've got to choose a color.
Fiction: Romance - Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,954 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 1/10