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I grabbed a paintbrush and began to just mess around.
Mess around.
Painting random lines. Offering random strokes to the canvas.
It took just seconds to know I was painting something to do with Riff.
Because of course I was.
It was something metaphorical on the canvas.
Riff and the ocean.
As though they were combined. Mixed together. They had purpose and meaning together.
Something much deeper.
Endless?
Able to drown me and ruin my life?
“Now she’s deep in thought,” Demi whispered.
I looked to my left and couldn’t believe what Demi had done already.
Beautiful wasn’t the word for it.
A painting of two people ready to kiss.
At first I thought it was Riff and me.
It wasn’t.
It was a younger version of Demi.
And someone else.
Maybe her version of Riff?
Because of her hands shaking, her strokes were sometimes longer, sometimes shorter. They were messy. There was no chance of Demi ever creating somethingcleanlooking. But that made it beautiful. That made it her own.
“You know how Remi found out, right?” I asked.
Demi placed her paintbrush down and turned her head. “I was waiting for this. I debated on how to handle it. I wasn’t sure if you’d have the balls to say something.”
“I don’t have balls.”
“But you have heart.”
“But no blame.”
“You sure, Fiona?”
“I’m sure. It was bound to happen. Riff and I should have decided how to handle it.”
“I didn’t mean for it to happen that way,” Demi said. “But the artist in me demanded I keep that sketch on hand. It was a good sketch. Watching you two together that day… I didn’t feel shaky. I felt hopeful. Watching you two in love.”
“We weren’t…”
