It had been a while since I last painted, and it took me some time to regain my touch.
Time flew by as I was engrossed in my art, paying little attention to the outside world.
During lunch with Casper one day, he showed me a video on his phone.
"Is this Luxor?"
Comments were sometimes scrolling across the video.
[Wow, they are so sweet together. Childhood sweethearts, a musical couple.]
[It's said that this pianist once boldly claimed that he would publicly announce his partner after ten years.]
[Now at the final stop of his concert tour, they openly show their affection. I admire them.]
Out of curiosity, I took a look at the screen.
Luxor, dressed in a suit, finished his last piece, and Sherry, in a white princess gown, embraced him with tears of joy, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Under the spotlight, they looked perfect together.
I looked down at my clothes, stained with paint.
My colorful world is much cooler than your stage.
Sherry updated her Instagram story right on time.
[You will always come back to me.]
I smiled and deleted Sherry from my contacts and blocked her.
Late at night, I received a call from him.
"It's so late. Why aren't you home yet?"
