I was trying hard to blur the memories but it was stuck in my head.

I couldn't believe Massimo could be that hostile and treat me in such a crazy manner. He wasn't stable and it scared me.

I grabbed the pencil on the table and turned to the drawing board. I tried to trace the dots into an image I tried to paint.

I kept doing it and after that, I reached for a darker shade and began shading the drawing.

It wasn't as beautiful as a professional artist would have had it, but it wasn't looking so bad either.

My art classes weren't in vain, at least. I...