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ALISTAR SAGE SINCLAIR, a writing major heading to Saint Mary's School of Arts, has always believed in making his own world with words, arrives at the academy with a hopeful heart hoping to dissolve into his latest manuscript. But, when he stumbles upon who paints like she's fighting demons, he finds himself now in her world, where actions speak louder than any dialogue- and where he can't hide behind letters anymore.
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EVELYN VEX BLACKWOOD, doesn't do words. She does color, shape, and the kind of raw, unfiltered emotion that bleeds through canvas like blood through a white cloth. She's a painting major with a reputation of sharp edges and sharper glares, and she's known for keeping people at an arms length- until Alistair, a smooth worded individual, crosses a line she never knew existed. Against her better judgement, she allows him to stay, and in doing so questions if not all people should be pushed away.
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ARTHUR SABLE BLACKWOOD, is the steady lens through which the chaos of the studio makes sense. A photography major with a calm voice and a protective streak, he's the one who notices the things others miss - the tremor in his older sister Evelyn's hands, the way Alistair's questions come from curiosity rather than intrusion. He becomes the quiet anchor between them, the one who understands that art isn't just creation; it's collision.
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None of the photos in this book are mine, unless I say.
I own all of the characters and plot, this is NOT a fanfiction of any series.
Please refrain from making any sexual comments, as this is intended for most ages.