d at the paintings that filled the room, each one bearing his image, and sudde

ipping apart one carefully crafted painting after another. The

ng out loud, "It's all ru

long since ignored. It was the first painting I had made when I met Ethan. Tremblin

n my face as I sto

wasn't as strong

the art exhibition. He was furious

y idea how important this competition is to me? If you

hit me, but I had long

so many things, but all that came out

ession softe

why didn't I see you there? You left so

guessed he'd won ea

ng the room and asked quietly, "

e I would ever show my past works. I watched the crowd moving around

paintings

is temples and

d you. But you know how important this competition was to

't hav

calmly. "Ethan,

as if I'd to

eak

, "Summer, come on, be good. After

inking it over. "No.

about to pull me into his arms, to comf

d mine, I shoved him away and

room turn

barely managed to hold ont

ged through me once more-resentment, frustration, pain, disappointment, desp

'd been sent to the hospital sooner. If only he had answered my

n, shocked, unabl

u okay?" His voice was hesitant, like a

wly walked out of the hall, and Ethan followed me, calling afte

studio, torn between wanting

ut the intense feeling of being wrong

stand the darkness. Every time the lights went out, memories of that pitch-black night rushed back-pain, overwhelmin