His hands mapped almost every goose bump on her body. The evening light, fighting not to depart, stood still to savour her glittering smile.
Intensity, in all its purest form arose like a million suns, deep in her eyes.
The pain. The love. The hate. The faith. And the fate, all came together, tightlipped.
Every stroke slithering hurriedly to release their agony of non-existence, came alive as his brush and mind exploded in the canvas.
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Vow! Brilliant.
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