COLDENS POV

How can I take the pain away in my chest?

I was sitting in front of my painting. I tried to do my best all the time, but it would never be enough. I let out a torture air coming from the bottom of my lungs. The color of my flowers were gray. Somewhat, Eira was telling the truth. The lacking in my art was colors. It had something to do with my feelings.

I rested my back on the chair. I had no idea where I would stop loving Zarya. It was hurting so much, especially when she did not know it.

Every time I closed my...