23 | Cool breeze

Plinio's POV:

Today is the day of the week I rarely talk; Sunday because I have no one to talk to.

I clean the mess in my apartment and put the coat Aunt Mary gave me in a bag to return the next time I visit her. While changing the bed sheet, I even find my hands-free that had disappeared a month ago. To my sheer luck, they are working just fine.

Coming out of the kitchen, my eyes fall on the painting Celeste brought for me. These shades really suit the white aura of this whole room. I wonder if she painted it specifically for me or if she just painted it randomly. Of course, I wasn't the one in her mind. It would be surreal then.

At the bottom right corner, her initials are written in blue paint. I didn't notice it before