After an hour, Chris and I are tired from painting and playing around. The whole rooftop is now painted in the mixture of color black, orange, yellow, green, red, and blue. Chris drew the moon at the upper left corner of the rooftop away from the staircase while I drew the sun below, away from the moon. We’re also soaking in paints. My hair is a mess and so is Chris’ which shows how much we had fun, “this does not incorporate the artwork theme of this building.” We should have at least painted a cage or a bird but we painted the sky with the moon and the sun present together. “We exercised our freedom to do whatever we want in this building.” I laughed. Maybe he’s right. We did not paint freedom, we exercised our freedom. From what we did, I felt like there is a part of me who wishes that days like these would never end. But I always come back to how tragic my life is. We remained in our position, the sun’s up and I think it’s past six. “Chris, have you ever fallen in love?” I a
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