Where Two Hearts Met

y the finding of art. It emerged naturally – Liam once told her that he loved the sketches she d

ngraved paintings whenever life happened but did not elaborate. Olivia's studio was a small, homey, brightly lit studio located on the outskirts of

pened window; was soothing and energizing at the same time. One day Olivia gave Liam a white canvas

texture of the canvas. "It's been years. I laughed and reminded

g here," she told him in as calm tones as s

itioned to become something more habitual, and reflexive. Out of the corner of her eye, Olivia saw him, she was painting with the same brush in

ing against the canvas could be heard from time to time interspersed with laughter or with people muttering t

ork, on the other hand, was more peppy and general: an ar

r done on canvas or paper. His shirt was painted, painted rather, and there was a blue line along

her head to one side to check his painting. "It is pulsi

in his tone. "It is very calm, you feel like the

io, they can share their pain and inspire each other to try something new and come up with better thoughts and ideas. Liam convinced Oliv

ing. They watched her intently and with appreciation as those lines on her forehead showed her concentration and then the swift movements of her brush on the c

these words disrupting

was stained with a dot of red; her

said, the last words being unusually emotional. When I am with y

to him, her eyes never leaving his gaze. "I share the same opinion," Murat replied, and she gave a whi

, Olivia got to appreciate this man by her side. Liam was not just her painting partner, her friend, or her friend

veloped into a great friendship. It was a base on which a stable and loving relationship was and could