Power - CM

A bouquet of wildflowers lay scattered on the floor, portraits were torn as if someone had torn them in hysteria or anger, paint tubes were open and the contents were smeared across the walls and floors. The walls were decorated with painted handprints or clumsy brushstrokes, as if someone had tried to stay upright by clinging to the wall with dirty hands. The bathroom was running, and a small amount of water was already beginning to leak from under the door.

Power's blonde hair was wet, sticking to her skin as she lay staring at the ceiling in a bathtub full of water, which was already beginning to turn red from the paint smeared across her hands and some areas of her skin. She was silent, silent for the first time, saying no caustic nonsense or insults. Just plain silence. Turning her head, she stared at them as if she wanted them to go away. They left her, the best, the most beautiful, the strongest, and the most talented, for some...realist? What a joke! She didn't want to believe it, but alas, it was true.

Damn realist..

"You left for a realist, you fool, so rot away with him!"

Монеточка — Ушла к реалисту.