Chapter 21: The Pain Of A Painting Brother

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*** WARNING: This chapter contains foul language, abuse, and sensitive content.

***Alright Now Continuation Of Chapter 21...


"...." (Arian)

Arian's silence remained as his dark blue eyes looked at Aurora who looked at him in such a way.

His heart had stung.

'Turn'

Aurora slowly turned away from him after looking at him in silence.

'Click, Clack, Click, Clack'

Heeled walking.

'Halt'

She walked slowly towards her canvas in her fuchsia pink fluffy dress with black touches as Arian watched her silently.

'Place'

She palced her right hand in her finished canvas bringing out her fuchsia pink nail polish into the painting.

'...' (Aurora)

Her dark blue eyes looked down at where Zellia's painted door was at.

'Lift'

Her head lifted up again with no emotion.

'Trun'

'Click, Clack, Click, Clack'

Heeled walking.

'Halt'

Stop walking.

She stopped right in the middle of the wide glass windows looking at the orange-red sky.

'...' (Arian)

Arian's dark blue eyes remained observing her.

'Step, Step, Step, Step'

Walking.

'Halt'

Stop walking.

He had approached her painting and stared at it in silence.

It was like their silence was suffocating but peaceful.

"Did you paint this?" (Arian, asked)

Finally, his lips parted as if his throat was dry.

Making an attempt to speak to her.

"I did" (Aurora, said)

She responded with no emotion.

'...' (Arian)

He looked at her in silence again before turning to look at the painting.

'Place'

He placed his hand on her canvas painting.

"I...didn't know you had this talent" (Arian, said)

He said with choked-up words.

She took a pause as if thinking for a moment from amusement and finally asked him.

"How could you know?" (Aurora, asked)

"You had no interest in me" (Aurora, asked)

"You didn't know what I liked or disliked" (Aurora, said)

She said with an expressionless voice however in the end it was clear her words were like a mock.

"You didn't know art felt good to escape" (Aurora, said)

"You didn't know how many times I'd had to beg and kneel towards father...for scraps of broken pencil tips, empty paint only enough for the tips of my pinky to scrap, faded out crayons with molds around it, old wrinkled paper with brown stains from dropped dried drinks" (Aurora, said)

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