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Chapter Forty-Three : Jay pov

Art school was harder than I expected.

Not the drawing part. That came naturally. The hours of practice. The endless sketches. The feel of charcoal on paper. That was the easy part.

The hard part was the criticism.

Every week, we had to bring our work to class. Pin it on the wall. Stand in front of everyone while they pointed out everything wrong with it.

"The proportions are off."

"The shading is too dark."

"The composition is weak."

"Did you even try?"

I wanted t
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    Chapter One Hundred Twenty FiveThe weeks flew by.Jay painted every day. Morning to night. His hands were stained with paint. His clothes were covered in splatters. He barely ate. He barely slept. He barely spoke. Cole watched him from a distance. He brought food. He left it on the table. He didn't interrupt."You're going to burn out," Cole said one night.Jay didn't look up from his canvas. "I'm fine.""You're not fine.""I'm fine."Cole walked over and stood behind him. "Jay. Look at me."Jay stopped painting. He turned around. His eyes were tired. Red. He looked like he hadn't slept in days."Come home," Cole said."I can't.""Yes, you can.""I need to finish this."Cole took the brush from Jay's hands. "You need to rest.""I need to finish this.""You can finish it tomorrow."Jay opened his mouth to argue. Then he closed it. He was too tired to argue. "Fine."He let Cole lead him out of the studio. They walked home in silence. The streets were quiet. The stars were out. Jay didn

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and twenty four

    Chapter One Hundred Twenty FourJay didn't sleep that night.He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. His mind was racing. The painting. The exhibition. November. Two months. He couldn't stop thinking about it. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the canvas. The dark colors. The man on his knees. The small light in the background. He had to do more. He had to create something new. Something that mattered.Cole shifted next to him. His arm tightened around Jay's waist."You're awake," Cole mumbled."I'm awake.""You're thinking.""I'm always thinking.""Too loud."Jay smiled in the dark. "Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."Cole pulled him closer. "What are you thinking about?""The exhibition. The painting. Everything.""It's going to be fine.""You don't know that.""I know you."Jay turned to face him. "What if I fail?""Then you fail. And you try again.""That's not comforting.""It's not supposed to be comforting. It's supposed to be true."Jay was quiet for a moment. "I lov

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and twenty three

    Chapter One Hundred Twenty ThreeThe call came at 6am.Jay was still half asleep when his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached for it blindly, knocking over a glass of water. The cold liquid soaked the sheets. He cursed under his breath. Cole stirred next to him."Who is it?" Cole mumbled."I don't know."Jay squinted at the screen. Unknown number. He almost ignored it. Something made him answer."Hello?""Jay. It's Simone."He sat up straight. "Simone?""I know it's early. I'm sorry.""What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong. I have news."Jay rubbed his eyes. "What kind of news?""The kind you've been waiting for. The Hamburger Bahnhof called. They want to move up your exhibition."Jay blinked. "Move it up?""To November. Two months from now."He looked at Cole. Cole was awake now, watching him with tired eyes. Jay put the phone on speaker."November?" Jay repeated."November. The curator said your work is in high demand. She wants to feature it in a special showcase. It's a big deal,

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and twenty two

    Chapter One Hundred Twenty TwoThe days after the trial were strange.Not bad. Just strange. Like the world had shifted and Jay was still trying to find his footing. He woke up every morning expecting to see Viktor's face. He checked the windows twice before going to bed. He didn't open the door without looking through the peephole first. Every single time.Cole noticed. He didn't say anything. He just stayed close.They fell into a new rhythm. Quiet mornings. Slow breakfasts. Long walks. The apartment felt bigger now. Lighter. Like something heavy had finally been lifted." You're different," Cole said one morning. They were sitting on the couch. Coffee in their hands. Sunlight streaming through the window."Different how?""Calmer. Like you're not waiting for something bad to happen.""Maybe I'm not.""What changed?"Jay thought about it. "I stopped being afraid.""Of Viktor?""Of everything."Cole put his arm around him. "That's good.""It feels good."Jay went back to the studio.

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and twenty one

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    Chapter One Hundred TwentyThe police took Viktor away in handcuffs.Jay watched from the doorway. His wrist was wrapped in a white bandage. The cut wasn't deep. It didn't need stitches. But it had bled enough to scare him. His arm was still shaking.Cole stood next to him. His throat was bruised. Purple fingerprints were already forming on his neck. The paramedic had checked him out. He was fine. He said he was fine. But Jay could see the tremor in his hands.Viktor was shoved into the back of a police car. His shoulder had been bandaged too. He'd needed five stitches. Jay had given him those stitches. It felt strange to think about. Strange that the same hands that held Cole's face were the ones that swung the knife.Maria appeared next to them."You both need to come to the station," she said. "Give your statements.""Now?" Jay asked."Now."They followed her to her car. The night air was cold. Jay wrapped his arms around himself. He was still in his t-shirt. He hadn't thought to g

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