Post by Eden Fletcher on Oct 8, 2017 14:31:51 GMT -5
It was cool inside Eden's workshop. She'd fallen asleep in there again not wanting to go back to her apartment in case Max had company. She did not want to have to see the effects of a happy max in her apartment. He controlled the atmosphere in the tiny flat with his emotions. Eden did not want to know what he would do if Rowena was over and things got personal. Eden laid there on her couch staring up at the gray sky. Sunrise was not far off. Eden had retracted the shades so she could see the sky light up. A few tinges of pink were creeping across the sky when the first shuddered racked the earth. For a few minutes Eden just sat there wondering if the earth really was shaking. Then it grew stronger and the jars on her selves rattled. Eden jumped up when a stack off canvas toppled over. Earthquake.
Eden snatched up her wand as she ran outside as the glass house shook.
Eden backed away down the path watching in horror as glass shattered into thousands of tiny pieces. She watched as her mural disappeared. Suddenly she understood a vision where thousands of butterflies fell to the ground among a bed of roses. It had been about her. About her workshop. Eden had spent years painting the thousand of butterflies and roses that circles the bottom half of her studio. The studio that belonged to a happy carefree woman who saw no dark future. That was all gone now in a matter of seconds. It took no more than three minutes for her life to be shattered. Eden watched numb as her shelves toppled over, spilling paint and brushes everywhere. Shards of glass jutted out of finished paintings like butcher knives in a murder victim. It was gone. All gone. Sadness washed over Eden. She would not rebuild it. The message was clear. That life was over. That girl was dead.
Still she couldn't let go of some of her belongings. She couldn't just leave everything there for the woods to reclaim. Eden found the energy to muster up a patronous telling max to come to her studio.
Eden snatched up her wand as she ran outside as the glass house shook.
Eden backed away down the path watching in horror as glass shattered into thousands of tiny pieces. She watched as her mural disappeared. Suddenly she understood a vision where thousands of butterflies fell to the ground among a bed of roses. It had been about her. About her workshop. Eden had spent years painting the thousand of butterflies and roses that circles the bottom half of her studio. The studio that belonged to a happy carefree woman who saw no dark future. That was all gone now in a matter of seconds. It took no more than three minutes for her life to be shattered. Eden watched numb as her shelves toppled over, spilling paint and brushes everywhere. Shards of glass jutted out of finished paintings like butcher knives in a murder victim. It was gone. All gone. Sadness washed over Eden. She would not rebuild it. The message was clear. That life was over. That girl was dead.
Still she couldn't let go of some of her belongings. She couldn't just leave everything there for the woods to reclaim. Eden found the energy to muster up a patronous telling max to come to her studio.
