hi guys! i hope everyone is doing well. i love you guys so much.

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your eyes shift from blue to black back to blue. the painting in front of you seemed so sad. they were harsh streaks that seemed to have someone's name tattooed in them. how could such a person treat someone else like that? it was a mystery to you until someone approached you.

he was dressed in black jeans and a button down navy blue shirt to match. his smile brought you in. "hey, im ethan."

you smile back. "hi, im y/n."

"so, how do you like it?" he gestures to the painting.

you cock your head to the side to examine it further. "i love it, but there's lots of pain hidden away in it. it's all black and blue."

he rocks on the pads of his feet. "i guess you could say that."

"is it yours?"

ethan nods. "i made it last year when someone close to me passed away. i just remember being angry and being so inside myself. my brother told me to draw, write, do something to get my anger out. so i decided to paint my feelings out. it worked, surprisingly."

"im sorry for your loss," you sympathized. "i can really relate to that. i lost a good friend a couple years back and it hurt like my own personal hell."

ethan nodded and stared back at the black and blue painting. "would you like to grab a bite to eat or something? it'll be on me."

"sure. and not because you offered to pay!" you chuckle. "im not one of those girls."

he sends you a toothy smile. "yeah, you don't seem like them. you seem, better in a broken way."

you furrow your eyebrows. "broken? how do you mean?"

he escorts you out to the empty parking lot. "well, you seem to enjoy reminiscing in your pain, i can see it in your eyes. plus, you seem a lot like me. and if you're anything like me then you're very broken. inside and out."