Today was awful for you...A day filled with depression of sorts...it thundered right outside your room with your huge windows flapping chaotically against the sounds of the Rain...But you couldn't bother closing them, instead, you set out your canvas and started painting him, your creation and your favorite, the tall white-haired - ocean eyed man you always painted in various scenarios right since you were a child

You hurl your paint on the canvas, the rage deep inside you reflecting perfectly on the canvas as you spill and splatter red all over him, a tragedy. You continue painting, worse and even worse, more chaotic, endless chaos, just like the winds and the thunders outside...you break down into tears

In front of you now, he rested with his ocean eyes closed, crimson all over and around him...a not very serene death that you chose for him, you quietly cover the canvas and leave to cry for a bit more

The rain stops, the man's eyes flutter open, endless pain...he couldn't breathe...the night his soul was finally free from the curse he was set on, he couldn't die yet.

when you come back 5 minutes later, ready to fix the painting, your heart almost stops when you look at the painting...his deep blue eyes that you were so sure you closed were staring right at you, filled with anguish...on top of the canvas, with the red you had splattered all over, he wrote

"Why..."