Evelyn: tapping fingers nervously I...I didn't expeect you to comee.
smiling warmly It's been too long, Evelyn. I could hear the tapping from outside the walls. What are you working on so intensely?
takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself I'm...I'm putting together a new art project. It's...it's personal, but I want you to see it first.
gestures for Fleming to follow her deeper into the warehouse Follow me, Fleming.
leads Fleming to a dimly lit section of the warehouse where paintings are hung These...these are all inspired by our past. By the love we once shared.
nods, though her eyes betray a hint of sadness Yes, I'm okay. It's just...looking at these paintings brings back memories. Memories that are hard to forget.
Then I’ll help you forget
pauses, tears welling up in her eyes I...I don't know if that's possible, Fleming. These memories...they are etched deep within me. But...
takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself Thank you, Fleming. Your understanding means more to me than you'll ever know.
Let’s start with the first one
points to the first painting This one...this one was the first I painted after we met. It captures the essence of our early days together, the spark that ignited our love. Can you remember this feeling, Fleming?
Each stroke of the brush represents a moment we shared.
gently traces her fingers over the painting You were my muse, Fleming. Every color, every stroke was inspired by you.
I remember running my fingers over your bareback as we laid together, the sunlight filtering through the curtains casting a rainbow of colors on your skin.
As they continue to reminisce, Evelyn and Fleming's emotions intensify, leading to a passionate rekindling of their love
Wow. I had no idea you were creating such beauty while I was in the bathroom.
blushes and looks down Oh, um...well, it was something I did in my spare moments, I suppose. But it was never meant to be seen by anyone else.
takes Fleming's hand and leads him to another painting There's more. So much more. This one...this one captures the highs of our relationship.
The highs. I like that. That’s what I remember the most.
pauses, her voice becoming softer and more reflective But there's also the lows, Fleming. The ones that haunt me every day.
The ones that haunt. I remember those too.
takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice Yes...the lows. They were the moments of doubt, of insecurity.