Rafayel's studio floor was painted golden as the evening sunlight peeked out of the windows. The gentle sound of the wind and a faint sound of a paintbrush being brushed across the canvas made it even more calming.

Sitting on his couch you watched him as he worked on his unfinish painting, his gaze focused yet soft, hands gentle and careful

after awhile he turned around carefully so that he wouldn't fall from the ladder he's sitting on...history won't repeat itself this time, at least for now.

"pick a colour for me?....any colour you like.."

a charming smile on his lips and the unfinished painting of the underwater behind him. his voice breaking the silence and bringing you both back to earth.