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Colours of his life IA young men stood before gray wall, putting the paint cans on the ground. His brownish, curly hair waved chaotically as he grabbed two large brush and a small flashlight from pocket.Colours of his life I by Domcia880
He smiled. It was going to be great. This night he’d prove himself and everyone else who didn’t believe in him that he was worth something.
Looking around himself, just to make sure he was alone, Lovino turned on the flashlight and came closer to the wall. The image he had thought since he could remember appeared all over it.
“Come on.” He muttered as if it would encourage him to do whatever he was up to.
And then a blank layer of school’s wall was coated with pink paint as the boy had taken one of the can and spilt it at the spot. He did the same with the other cans, then smeared a brush with black one creating a features of face.
He was into modern art. Dripping was something beautiful but not acceptable by everyone. Unfortunately, the school Lovino was standing in fro