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It was amazing. She had never seen such pure art. The way the colors contrasted on the canvas; it left her speechless. Abstract art has always appealed to her, but the art seemed to come from Johnny's soul, enveloping around her, causing her to look at him in a new way. Maybe love? No, it can't be. She bit her lip and forced out a goodbye, rushing out his studio as fast as she could.
It is beginning to look like a horror story. Bodies are strewn on the floor and Millie has blood covering her favorite plaid shirt. She looks down at the mess by her feet and has to force her self not to throw up the sub sandwich she had for lunch. She walks over to Tom, his lifeless body now decaying and goes through his pockets, retrieving the artifact that started all this shit.
She was positively positive that she hated his guts. Utterly. With those stupid glasses and cocksure smile, the way he always used his stupid hands when telling a story. She hated his face, so bright and full of life. Most of all, she hated the way he said her name, though maybe she sometimes thinks she might like every bit of him.