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His sisters boyfriend one hundred and seventy seven
Jay couldn't sleep.He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The new paintings were finished. Twelve pieces. Twelve new voices. He had no idea what to do with them. No gallery. No show. No deadline. Just the work.Cole was asleep next to him. His breathing was steady. His arm was draped across Jay's chest. Jay didn't move. He didn't want to wake him.He stared at the ceiling until the sky outside turned from black to gray. Then he got up.He walked to the kitchen. He made coffee. He sat at the table. He stared at the wall.Cole found him an hour later."Jay," Cole said. His voice was rough with sleep."I'm here.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep."Cole sat next to him. "Thinking about the paintings?""Thinking about everything."Cole reached for his hand. "You don't have to decide today.""I know.""But you're going to think about it anyway."Jay nodded. "I'm going to think about it anyway."Jay went to the studio that morning.The room was full. The walls were covered. Twelve new pain
His sisters boyfriend one hundred and seventy six
The tour was over.Jay stood in the empty studio. The walls were bare. The canvases were gone. They were scattered across the world now. London. New York. Chicago. Berlin. Hanging on walls. Being seen. He had nothing left to do. Nothing left to create.He sat on the floor. His legs gave out. He leaned against the wall.Cole walked in. He didn't say anything. He just sat next to Jay."It's over," Jay said."I know.""I don't know how to feel.""How do you feel?""Relieved. Scared. Empty."Cole nodded. "That makes sense.""Does it?""Yeah. You've been running for so long. It's okay to stop."Jay was quiet for a moment. "I don't know who I am without this."Cole put his arm around him. "You're Jay. That's who you are.""It doesn't feel like enough.""It's everything."Jay spent the next few days doing nothing.He sat on the couch. He watched the rain. He watched the cars. He watched the people walking by. He didn't paint. He didn't plan. He didn't think about deadlines.Cole stayed with
His sisters boyfriend one hundred and seventy five
Berlin was the last stop.Jay stood in the empty studio. The walls were bare. The canvases were gone. They were in Chicago now. Hanging on walls. Being seen. He had nothing left to do. Nothing left to create. The tour was almost over.He sat on the floor. His legs gave out. He leaned against the wall.Cole walked in. He didn't say anything. He just sat next to Jay."The tour is almost over," Jay said."I know.""I don't know how to feel.""How do you feel?""Relieved. Scared. Empty."Cole nodded. "That makes sense.""Does it?""Yeah. You've been running for so long. It's okay to stop."Jay was quiet for a moment. "I don't know who I am without this."Cole put his arm around him. "You're Jay. That's who you are.""It doesn't feel like enough.""It's everything."Jay spent the next few days doing nothing.He sat on the couch. He watched the rain. He watched the cars. He watched the people walking by. He didn't paint. He didn't plan. He didn't think about deadlines.Cole stayed with him.
His sisters boyfriend one hundred and seventy four
The Chicago show was three months away.Jay stood in the empty studio. The walls were bare. The canvases were gone. They were in New York now. Hanging on walls. Being seen. He had nothing left to do. Nothing left to create.He sat on the floor. His legs gave out. He leaned against the wall.Cole walked in. He didn't say anything. He just sat next to Jay."I don't know what to do," Jay said."You don't have to do anything.""I feel like I should be doing something.""You've done enough.""It doesn't feel like enough."Cole put his arm around him. "That's because you're tired.""I'm exhausted.""Then rest.""I don't know how."Cole was quiet for a moment. "Then let me help you."Jay looked at him. "How?"Cole stood up. He reached down and took Jay's hand. "Come with me."Cole took Jay home.He made tea. He sat Jay on the couch. He covered him with a blanket. He turned off the lights. He sat next to him."Close your eyes," Cole said.Jay closed his eyes."Breathe," Cole said.Jay breathe
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The countdown to New York began.Jay had a calendar on the wall of the studio. He marked off each day with a red X. Fifty-nine days left. Fifty-eight. Fifty-seven. Each mark brought him closer to the opening. Each mark made his chest tighter.He stood in front of a blank canvas. His hands were empty. His mind was quiet. He didn't need to paint. The retrospective was already complete. The sixty pieces were already packed. Ready to travel. Ready to be seen.But he couldn't stop."Jay," Cole said. He was standing in the doorway."I'm here.""You've been staring at that canvas for an hour.""I know.""Are you going to paint?""I don't know."Cole walked over. "You don't have to paint.""I know.""Then why are you standing here?"Jay turned to face him. "Because I don't know what else to do."Cole put his hand on Jay's shoulder. "Then rest.""I've been resting.""You've been waiting. That's not the same thing."Jay was quiet for a moment. "I think I've been waiting."Cole nodded. "I know."
His sisters boyfriend one hundred and seventy two
The morning after the London opening, Jay woke up to gray skies and the sound of rain hitting the window.He lay still for a long time. His body was heavy. His mind was quiet. The rain was steady. The city was sleeping. He didn't move. He didn't want to move.Cole was still asleep next to him. His breathing was slow. His arm was draped across Jay's chest. Jay watched him for a moment. Then he closed his eyes.He drifted in and out of sleep. He dreamed of nothing. He woke up to the same gray light. The rain hadn't stopped. The city was still quiet.He got up. He walked to the window. He watched the rain fall.Cole stirred behind him."Jay," Cole said. His voice was rough with sleep."I'm here.""What time is it?""Late."Cole sat up. "Did you sleep?""I don't know."Cole got out of bed. He walked to Jay. "What's wrong?""Nothing.""Liar."Jay turned to face him. "I don't know. I feel... empty.""Empty how?""Like there's nothing left. No paintings. No shows. No deadlines. Nothing."Col
His sisters boyfriend chapter fourteen
Chapter Fourteen :Jay pov I woke up at 5am to the sound of rain hitting my window.The sky was gray. The streets were wet. My apartment was cold. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders and stared at the ceiling.I'd been doing that a lot lately. Staring at ceilings. Thinking about things
His sisters boyfriend chapter thirteen
Chapter Thirteen :Cole pov I didn't sleep after Maya let me in.Not that night. Not the next night. I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word she said.You're still my brother. I still love you. Even when I'm angry.Those words kept me alive.The guest house was dark. Quiet.
His sisters boyfriend chapter twelve
Chapter Twelve : Maya povI stared at my phone for twenty minutes before I typed the message.My thumb hovered over the keyboard. My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. I hadn't spoken to Jay in weeks. Not really. A few texts. Short ones. Careful ones. Nothing that meant anything.But I coul
His sisters boyfriend chapter eleven
Chapter Eleven : Cole pov I woke up at 4am and couldn't fall back asleep.The guest house was dark. Quiet. Too quiet. I could hear the wind outside. A car driving past somewhere in the distance. My own heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Like it was reminding me I was still alive. Still here. Still br
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