Love Coming from the Least Expected

When I woke up in the morning, I thought that Christopher had already left. Walking into the living room in a daze, I realized that Christopher was standing in front of the easel and staring at my painting. There was an ashtray beside him that contained a few cigarettes. It was obvious that he had been standing there for a long while already.

Walking over, I glanced at the almost completed painting and asked, “Why are you looking at this for so long? Didn’t you see it yesterday already?”

“Of course I have to admire your painting properly. Didn’t you love to take pictures of your paintings and email them to me in the past? You’d even ask for my opinion. Now that I’m by your side, why have you stopped doing that?” asked Christopher calmly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Key was my confidante. Now that Key had become Christopher, my past habits were starting to disappear. It was probably because

more than a month on the painting. Unfortunately, no one but

have anything to say about

“It’s not bad. While the blending and layering of your previous two paintings seemed quite

was once again confronted by a difficult situation. The previous time, I had no choice but to give up. This time, despite being unwilling to give up,

quite pathetic. No matter how much I tried, I would still lose what I wanted. What I wished for was always very different from what I got

I draw a portrait for you?” I smiled and

Christopher immediately agreed and said solemnly,

how skilled one was, no

painting? I like it a

I blinked and said, “Sure, since you’re my only audience. Remember to frame it and hang it at a spot you

“I won’t disappoint you!”