Fragments of dreams. Neville K.

Emily

Poetry was my dream. Parents and friends supported, but I felt that something was missing. In the bookstore, I sneakily watched Stanley - an artist who read alone all the time. He became my inspiration and love, and I thought it was mutually, but then he broke my heart. How could Stanley choose between art and love... not me?

Stanley

For me, the paintings have always been in the first place. The canvas helped to cope with pain and despair, throw out his emotions. But then I met Emily. So bright, funny and sweet. She became my muse. In her life there is everything that I could only dream of. I want to possess her, but dark envy breaks from the depths of my heart, and I am afraid that I can destroy our future... Her future...