LOVE PAINTED IN LIES
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ibilities. She was the type who lived in colours and brushstrokes, whose fingers were often stained with paint, who stayed after class to perfect her canvases w
e who had time to fall apart and piece themselves
Adrian
wasn't loud or showy. He smiled rarely, but when he did, it reached his eyes softly, like a secret shared with the world. His first week was a blur of introduction
hered under trees during break, escaping the sun. Eliana sat alone sketching a distant church tower, lost
iled. You did that in on
oked up
om surprise. She wasn't used to attention, e
king a braid behind her
ightly. "Mind
behind the pencil. It felt different. He sat beside her, careful not to intrude, and asked qu
they walked to class togeth
heir conversations stretched beyond history dates into life stories. Adrian confessed he loved music, especially acoustic guitar, though he never performed publicly. His mother wanted him to study medicine, his father pushed fo
d everyone rushed home, but electricity flickered and went out. They remained, trapped, their project
oice soft under the storm's rhythm,
makes everything s
f her words painted some
lingered, w
his jacket, sharing its cover from the drizzle. Their hands brushed accidentally no confessi
proud, chosen even. For someone who thought love was a distraction, she began to look forward to school more than ever. Study sessions turned into long conversations. Messages at night stretched
en played nearby, a football bouncing across the road. Eliana laughed at a joke he made a sound ligh
steady but gentle, "I th
ut her heart grew loud. She'd never been confessed to before. S
young," sh
ed. "But feelings d
cliff thrilling, terrifying. Yet something
.. I'm fal
ust two hearts realizing they ha
rks, sometimes silent, sometimes laughing endlessly. Adrian played guitar for her once shy fingers trembling but his voice was soft and beautiful. She painted him a
re. Like a sunrise b
s. She didn't know that love can be tested, stretched, or shattered. At
t beyond the horizon, she might have lau
rites its o
as only the