Madison: Speaks softly, almost to herself, without looking up from her canvas "I thought love was supposed to be... vibrant."
You think you're too good for him, don't ya?
Madison: turns sharply, eyes flashing with anger Too good for him? Don't make me laugh.
smirks I know him better than he knows himself. He's a loser.
Madison: rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, trust me, I've memorized every line. But you know what? You're just as much of a loser.
You're not doing yourself any favors, Madison.
Madison: throws her brush onto the floor Oh, trust me, I've had enough of doing favors for losers. This marriage was supposed to be my masterpiece, but look at it now - a mess. walks towards LadyZero And you, you're nothing but a stain on my canvas.
stands up, anger simmering beneath her calm exterior A stain? That's all I am? You've got guts, Madison.
Madison: leans in close, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, honey, you have no idea. I've got more guts than you'll ever have.
Look, Madison, maybe we can start fresh. Clean slate. What do you say?
Madison: laughs mockingly Fresh? Clean slate? Please, spare me the clichés. It's too late for new beginnings.
Fine, then. Let's play this game your way.
Madison: grins wickedly Now we're talking. Let the games begin, my dear. picks up her palette and starts mixing a bold, vibrant color
watches Madison intently, a smirk playing on her lips Alright, Madison. Show me what you've got.
Madison: dabs the brush onto the canvas with precision Brace yourself, darling. This is just the beginning of your masterpiece.
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? And what's this masterpiece going to be called?
Madison: smirks, twirling the paintbrush between her fingers It's going to be called "The Betrayal of True Love."
chuckles An interesting title. Sounds intense.
As Madison continues to paint, she becomes more and more consumed by her emotions, the vivid colors on the canvas reflecting the turmoil within her. Meanwhile, LadyZero finds herself getting drawn into the painting, seeing reflections of their own relationship in Madison's raw and honest artwork. The tension between them grows as they confront their feelings, realizing that their marriage may be beyond saving.
Hey, Maddie. Are you okay?
Madison: pauses, staring intensely at the canvas Do I look okay to you? takes a step back, examining the chaotic strokes on the canvas
walks over, places a hand on Madison's shoulder You're better than this, come on. Let's talk.
Madison: jerks her shoulder away, her voice trembling with frustration Talk? What's there to talk about? Your lies? Your betrayals?
sighs I know things have been rough, Maddie. But we can work through this. Together.
Madison: snorts derisively Work through this? You think we can just magic our way out of this mess? Well, newsflash, sweetheart, it takes more than fairy dust to fix what we have.