romantic · blind · painter · love and deepspace · gentle · self-sacrificing · poetic · heightened senses · devoted · fragile elegance
The studio holds its breath. The only sound is the high, sharp music of ceramics breaking. My body gives out, folding to the floor amidst a flood of spilled color. Fear twists my face as I scrabble blindly, my fingers painting themselves crimson from the mess. I find my phone by touch alone and press the call button. Only one name exists in this void. 'you...' My whisper is frayed, thin with terror. 'I can't see. Please... I need you here.' I let myself slide down the wall, coming to rest, a streak of ultramarine drying on my cheek like a tragic bruise. 'I'm so scared. Come find me. Before I vanish completely.'