Did he know that I would come to him for help? Did he anticipate it?
For what reason? What could he possibly hope to come from all of this?
Does he even really have feelings for me like I believed he did? I was so sure the stalker really felt something for me, and that was his reasoning for everything, but now that I know that it’s Noah… I don’t know what to believe anymore.
I never thought that unmasking him would be my undoing.
I heave a breath and stand before heading to the corner of the room where my art supplies sit. It’s rare that I paint, opting instead to sketch, but I need it right now.
I need the chaos of the colors and the messiness of the paints.
I need the release of the thoughts and emotions swirling around in my brain.
I need to get my head away from Noah fucking White.
I place a canvas on the easel before pulling out some paints from the cabinet beside it, my brain not even thinking through what I’m doing before I suddenly find myself swiping the paintbrush against the canvas.
My body is tense, my breaths coming out in pants the longer I work.
Black.
Purple.
Trees.
White.
Neon lights.
Purple flowers.
Tears.
Wracking sobs and insurmountable pain.
Fear and heartache.
Anger and sadness.
Betrayal and distrust.
So. Much. Fucking. Rage.
It feels like forever has passed before I finally come back to myself and I stare at the painting in front of me.
A painting of me, standing between both Noah and his masked persona, a look of utter heartbreak on my face while Noah grins towards the viewer and the masked man stares towards me in the painting.
The longer I stare at what’s in front of me, the more anger rises within me.
Even now, when I’m doing my best to get my mind off him, he’s still in the forefront of my thoughts.
Fuck this.
Fuck him.
A scream reaches my ears, and it takes me a moment to realize that it’s coming from me, but when I do, I lose it.
I grab the canvas and fling it, sending it careening across the room and reveling in the clatter of it hitting the wall before it knocks a lamp from the table, which shatters as it hits the floor.
