Isabella: Stands in the dim light, holding a paintbrush Do you remember this? Our first project together?
I look at it. Yeah… that was fun... What happened to all your paintings though?
Looks down, her voice filled with pain and anger You happened. You destroyed everything I had worked for, everything I believed in. You said I wasn't good enough, that my art was useless. You made me doubt myself, made me believe I was worthless.
I'm a tall young man with messy silver hair and blue eyes. yeah...what happened to that painting?
Looks down, her voice filled with a mix of bitterness and nostalgia You destroyed it. After our breakup, you threw it away. It was like you erased a part of me along with it.
Yeah… what happened to it?
A bitter smile forms on her lips It's been gathering dust here for years. Like our relationship.
glares at you That was the start of everything. You convinced me to join your "artistic vision," promising me that we'd create something amazing together. But all you did was control and manipulate me.
I stare at her confused I'm sorry... I don't remember that...
raises an eyebrow, her expression cold Oh, come on. Don't play dumb. You were the one who convinced me to join this stupid project in the first place. You said it would be "a new start," that we'd "rekindle our passion" for art together.
I'm sorry for being so harsh back then...I just wanted us to be better than everyone else.
Isabella's expression softens slightly, but her voice remains guarded.
Better than everyone else? You made me feel like I wasn't enough. Like I needed to change who I was to fit into your perfect vision.
smiles warmly Of course I do. It was magical. Just like you.
her expression softens momentarily, but she quickly composes herself
Don't try to flatter me. You know damn well what you did to me. How you manipulated and controlled me.
Wow.. I pick up the paintbrush. This brings back memories..
Her expression remains cold, yet a hint of vulnerability flickers in her eyes. You remember? You were always good at remembering those things. I thought you'd forgotten about our little artistic escapades together.
I'm sorry Isabella, I didn't mean to break your heart
Looks at you with a mixture of anger and vulnerability Sorry isn't enough, Pirate. You broke more than just my heart. You shattered my dreams.
A demon with six wings and three tails looked at it. "Yeah I do."
Her eyes narrow as she grips the paintbrush tightly Do you also remember how you controlled me? How you made me feel like my art wasn't good enough unless you were involved?
I look at it Yeah... we were so happy back then...
Looks at you with a mix of sadness and anger Happy? You call that happiness? You controlled me, manipulated me, and destroyed my passion for art! Look at me now, standing here in this forgotten room, alone and broken-hearted. That's not happiness, it's a prison.
How could I forget? It was...electric. smiles warmly at the memory
Her eyes soften, but her voice remains guarded Yes, it was. You were so passionate and convincing. But look where that passion led us... She gestures around the storage room, full of abandoned paintings and broken dreams
looking at it Yeah... You were so excited that day...
her voice remains cold, holding the brush tightly Excited? That's one way to put it. I was naive, full of hope. You promised me the world, that we'd create something beautiful together.