Wildflower, Billie Eilish.

Dario was a quiet painter. he was one of the more private and closed off people in their small town.

he spent his days painting whatever he found interesting and rarely socialized. with no one other than Lyla.

she didn’t do much or anything at all. she was just around her family all the time, trying to be as present as possible.

she and Dario had been dating for months now, while they’ve know each other for years. their relationship was very quiet and calm.

they were both quiet and introverted people and rarely spoke. but they didn’t need to, they’re silence was content for both.

it was the middle of the day and Lyla was in Dario’s small warehouse where he kept all his paintings and supplies.

he didn’t let anyone inside, yet she was an exception. she looked around the place, the paintings mesmerizing her.

he was a great artist. amazing even.

she was laying down on the couch a feet away from him, a small blanket covering her waist, in a deep sleep.

she looked relaxed and calm.

he was sitting on a stool, his back facing her as he stared blankly at the canvas in-front of him with a stoic expression.

he didn’t know what to paint.