I opened the door of the studio and entered, the place was still the same, but of course how would something change that had passed only one day that I was not present, I looked around looking for someone, but the entrance was really empty, they would probably be inside the studio, I breathed deeply feeling relieved for that, maybe I couldn't handle the pressure of so many questions the first moment I got there, it was strange, in fact, it seemed that I was in some kind of debt with someone, when I was heading towards the studio I was startled when Draven appeared at the door. - Oh, you came today! I tried to call you several times, but it seems that your cell phone was turned off. - Draven started talking non-stop, leaving me a little bewildered, I took a few steps back when he started to advance. - Oh right, my cell phone was off, I wasn't too well to talk. - I explained while smiling embarrassed. - 'I understand, I really do, but I was so worried, but your friend wouldn't let me

I still couldn't believe what had just happened, just remembering a silly smile was already forming on my lips, it was unconscious, I couldn't contain that smile from appearing, and I didn't even want it to happen, it was too surreal to believe, when I saw her enter her room I thought I should be close in case she needed it and when I heard her low cry I soon entered the room for fear of what might happen, she was standing crying while looking ahead completely unmoved, I stopped in front of her, but she had no reaction, it was as if she was reliving those repeated scenes and could not get out of it, her look was like someone unjustly imprisoned, I thought about touching her I really wanted to make her wake up from that nightmare, but when Ayanne opened a smile, I didn't know what to do, I didn't understand what was happening to her, she was crying a lot, but still, she smiled sweetly. "- Ethan?... - She had such a wide smile that it crossed my mind that she was trying to hide what she

While I was concentrating on my work I didn't feel the time passing, and I hadn't even paid attention to it, every stroke I made on the canvas was a feeling that came together, everything merged there between paints and brushes, the feeling was good, it really made me feel that I was freeing myself from all the pain I had gone through all the suffering was there, and I didn't need it, but to keep that pain just for me, I could show it, I could finally show what I felt without having pitying looks under me, otherwise they wouldn't know that I had painted that with my soul, that instead of paint I had used tears and blood, I could empty my soul without worrying about anything, it was really comforting, and I wish Ethan had that same feeling. And speaking of him, I was missing him so much, I really wanted to know how he was, talk to him, hear his voice, maybe I was desperate, but with that new feeling, I didn't know if it was normal to be like that, maybe I was crazy, or it was normal, a

When I finally finished putting my things away I grabbed my bag and walked straight out of the room I was anxious as I had never been before, just knowing that Ethan was waiting for me, I already felt like running out, but as soon as I set foot out of the room I came across Draven blocking my way my heart raced hard in my chest with the shock of the shock I couldn't help but take two steps back. - Oh, I'm sorry, teacher! I wasn't paying attention. - I asked as I clutched my bag tightly. - 'Since when did you start treating me like a teacher? - The man leaned in, whispering like a secret, leaving me not knowing what to say. - Eh... But. - I stammered with insecurity. - 'Don't worry, I'm joking with you! - Draven smiled, which made me even more awkward. - Oh, right, eh... I have to go. - I said as I tried to get past the man. - 'Let me take you home, it'll be safe. - Draven offered, but as soon as I saw Ethan standing in front of the door, I stopped paying much attention. - 'Oh no

We were together all the time, as soon as dinner was ready, I helped him put the meat broth with vegetables that he had prepared in the soup bowls, and we went to sit on the couch, the weather was perfect for a soup, and Ethan got it right when he did it I couldn't help but praise him a lot when I tried it, it was some kind of soup with beef it was so tasty the meat dissolved in the mouth and the seasoning our even the vegetables had absorbed all the seasoning he had put. - You should teach me how to make this soup. - I said as I took some more of the broth. - 'But why if I can make it for you? - He asked, and I looked at him, surprised by his gesture. - 'But what if you get tired? I can make it for you too. - I smiled, really happy with that. - Well, in that case, I can teach you. - He agreed, reaching out to take my bowl that was already empty. - Hey? Ethan, my food is gone! - I joked, feigning despair. - Ha! Ha! What do you mean it's gone? Didn't you eat it all? - He laughed,