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You're bleeding.

Author: Bia
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-20 00:35:00

Nolan's POV

The sink area was a shadowed alcove at the far end of the studio, tucked behind a row of easels like a confessional booth no one ever used. The air here was thicker, heavier with the ghosts of turpentine and linseed oil, the faint chemical bite clinging to the damp tiles like regret. Water hissed from the faucet—too hot, too frantic—as Clara thrust her hands under the stream, scrubbing at the charcoal smudges like they were sins she could rinse away. Her sketchbook lay abandoned on the counter, pages splayed open to a half-formed drawing: jagged lines bleeding into soft curves, a storm chasing a horizon that dissolved into nothing but white space. It was her latest obsession, she'd confessed to me once over midnight coffee—trying to capture the moment before impact, the endless freefall that haunted her sleep. The lines were raw, unpolished, her fingers' fury etched into every stroke.

I paused in the archway, letting the echo of my footsteps fade into the drip-drip of the
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