#397606 - Nights of silence, cold and bitter were replaced more and more frequently with nights of arguing, shouting or even absence, his mother or father opting to spend the night somewhere else entirely. She'd be back every night to experience what she'd help create. After a few minutes staring at a blank canvas waiting to be drawn on he pushed himself back from his desk and stood, stepping towards his door and hesitating, looking at himself in a narrow full-length mirror he kept in the corner.
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