texts: What was she to Creasy then? </s> <s> Light. At the end of a long, dark tunnel. Somehow, she showed him it was alright to live again. </s> <s> And they took that away.
labels: A man can be an artist in anything. Stone, paint, words. Food. Anything if his soul is true to it. Creasy's art is death. And he's about to paint his masterpiece.