The frames she uses to place her completed works in have gathered dust in the same corner they were in before Harry left. Her artwork scatters, hung up in different pins, but all incomplete.
Harry is so immersed in the similar color patterns of her recent works that he doesnt notice her walk up the stairs and she surprisingly appears behind him.
“Why?” He asks as he turns his head to look at her. She stares at a sketch in the corner of her art room, a redepiction of their wedding photo done by her.
She looks down at her plastic fingernails. The ones she wasted money on so that she could be just a little bit more desirable, so that she could keep her husband from leaving her again, and she feels ashamed. Shes overwhelmed with so many emotions that she cant help but let out a loud sob as she collapses onto her knees and shoves her face into her clean hands. Continue reading Harrys a Politician, and Y/Ns a Baker who just happens to support him