Chapter 218

Chris's POV

I feel so out of place in my casual attire; the colors of the art studio are very loud and seem to be assaulting you. Such a strangeness, though, that I'm outside this location in the confines of the city; this is Megan's idea, and even being very skeptical, I can't at all miss the aura this place is throwing. Inside its doors, the studio sang with life, with a chaotic mass of paintings, sculptures, and whatnot that had found a home.

"Megan, this place is amazing," I said, turning to her as she walked next to me, her eyes now wide open in an amazement.

"I know, right? It feels like you walk into another world," she replied, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

As we wandered about the studio, I could not but think of the odd calm that was enveloping me at that moment. It felt like a precious respite from the turmoil that we, along with the phony relationship, were engaging in day in and day out in front of other people.