My Sweetest Agony (The Sweetest Lie Duet #1)

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T he music pulsates.

My body thrums.

Images flash through my head.

Vibrant.

Beautiful.

Horrible.

Stunning.

Those familiar demons crawl over my skin, making it too tight. Making it itch. Making me want to tear it off so it will finally stop.

But I learned long ago that won’t help.

Nothing does.

Nothing except this.

A brush in my hand.

Paint on canvas.

Swirls of agony and ecstasy.

Of shared pain and constant anguish.

Misery and sorrow played out in each stroke of bristle and splash of darkness that matches that which threatens to overpower me tonight.

Truth laid bare.