Hmm. A deep blue. Yes! And soft, subtle yellow…

That was all she could do, for it was all she could see. Everything around was just a color waiting to be brought to life by her brush.

Where is it? Where did it go? Oh! There it is!

The heavily used paintbrushes were sitting in a tin can.
Nothing made sense without a palette, and all was lost without her acrylics. This was the only place she belonged.

This was her studio, her home, and it held everything so dear to her. It was where she met the love of her life… art.

Ahh. It’s done!

She finished her painting, the most exquisite creation to have ever fallen from her fingers, knowing it would be her last…

The sound of tires sliding on wet asphault was all she could hear before a gunshot rang and she fell to the floor.

A glossy stare and smirk was all that was left as the blood slowly spread over the canvas…