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Finding Alex
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2026-03-11 07:36:12
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Her poison, His antidote The exhibition
The days leading up to the exhibition passed so fast,I had sleepless night painting my final brushstrokes. At some point I stopped counting how many times I repainted the same corner of a canvas, stopped noticing when the sun came up or went down. The studio became my entire world,The newly painted twelve canvases were my priority. I didn't go back to the club. I didn't look for Alex. I told myself I was too busy, too focused, too close to something important to let myself get distracted by green eyes and gentle smiles. And maybe I was afraid, Afraid that finding him would mean facing the version of myself who ran away, Afraid that he wouldn't remember me or that he would. So I painted,I painted until my shoulders ached and my eyes hurt. I painted until the faces of Austin blurred into something distant. The night of the exhibition arrived with the kind of nervousness that made my dress cling to my skin before I even left the apartment. I stood in front of my mirror for too lo
Her poison, His antidote Finding Alex
The weeks that followed I found myself repeating a strange kind of routine.I would wake up before the sun, before my brain could remember why it hurt to be awake. I would make coffee that I didn’t taste and force down toasted bread that felt dry down my throat.Then I would grab my bag and walk to the studio before I could talk myself out of it.The studio became my shelter. I needed to make Clara Vance work.Twelve canvases waited for me, blank and patient. They didn't care about my broken heart. They didn't care that I hadn't slept or that I had cried in the shower that morning until the water ran cold. They just sat there, white and expectant, waiting for me to turn my pain into something they could wear.And I did.I painted Austin.Not his face exactly. Something more honest than that. I painted his absence. I painted the way the light looked different after he left me. I painted the sound of a phone that doesn't ring. I painted the weight of words I never got to say.One canvas
Her poison, His antidote Broken yet again
At exactly 2:00pm I left the restaurant, the taxi dropped me off outside my building. I walked up the stairs slowly. Each step felt harder than the one before. When I got inside, I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my shoes. I left them right there.The apartment was too quiet,too empty, the Sunlight came through the windows and lit up dust floating in the air. I stood in the middle of the living room with my arms wrapped around myself,I suddenly felt cold.Twelve new pieces in three weeks. The words kept repeating in my head.I went to my bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. The sheets were still messy from the morning.I don't remember getting my phone out of my bag, but it was in my hand. My thumb scrolled through my contacts. A…..And there he was.Austin.I stared at his name. The same name that had been in my phone for two years. The same name that sent me good morning texts and funny memes and late night voice messages saying he couldn't wait to see me.The same name
Her poison, His antidote What comes next?
My phone rang, slicing through the heavy silence between us. I almost jumped at the sound. Alex was still watching me with those patient green eyes, waiting for my answer about letting him drive me home, and I felt like a cornered animal searching for an escape. I glanced at the screen. Clara Vance. My heart stopped. The woman whose meeting I had cancelled on weeks ago. The woman who had shown up at my studio unannounced last week, wanting to see my fragmented series. I had told her I was sick and had a doctor’s appointment The truth was simpler and more pathetic: I was heartbroken. "Hello?" My voice came out smaller than I intended. "Ava. Good morning." Clara's voice was sharp, audible, exactly as I remembered. "I hope I am not calling too early." "Not at all." I could feel Alex's gaze on me, polite but present. I turned slightly, giving myself the illusion of privacy. "The meeting is today” "Yes, I would like to see the fragmented series and also …… discuss a proposal. "T
Her poison, His antidote Caught in the web
I spun around, searching for Alex. He was still on the phone in the corner of the kitchen, his back turned, voice a low murmur I couldn’t make sense of what he was discussing. There was no time. If Austin found me here, in his house, after he had tossed me aside like yesterday's news… the humiliation would be alot. I darted towards one of the rooms,I knew my way around the house , my eyes scanning for hiding spot. Not the bedroom, that is the first place he would go. A door to my left stood slightly ajar. A closet. I slipped inside, pulling the door shut just as I heard the front door swing open. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. I pressed my eye to the space between the door and the frame. Austin strode in, looking annoyingly put together in a plain white shirt and dark jeans. His eyes, the same ones that had once looked at me with such warmth, now swept the room with an air of ownership. They landed on Alex, who had just ended his call and was walking out of t
Her poison, His antidote In my ex’s bed
My mind was a jumble of confusion as i tried to piece together the events of the night before. The stranger…..the one whose car i had entered. I hurriedly got off the bed, Austin’s house wasn’t the best place to be right now. As I tried to move, my head swam violently, and i almost fell due to the alcohol i took the previous night. I steadied myself against the nightstand, my heart hammering against my ribs. How did I get here? Of all places... The soft, gray sheets, the crafted art on the walls, it was undeniably his. A wave of nausea, unrelated to the hangover, washed over me. I needed to leave before he found me here. The memory of our last encounter was a fresh wound, and this was the last place i ever wanted to be. Tiptoeing unsteadily, i picked up my shoes and made my way to the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. Peeking through the crack, i saw the spacious living room and a figure asleep on the large sofa. It was him. The stranger. Holding my breath, I crept past
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