Romeo smiled under his respirator. “Then you’ll have a window.”
“I remember blue,” he said. “Tasted like salt. Like the sea before everything.” romeo 39-s blue skies alfredo and nikita
Because for one insane, beautiful second — the sky in his painting looked real enough to fall into. Romeo smiled under his respirator
“Romeo,” Alfredo said, not looking up from his onions. “You paint another sky, the whole wall will float away.” ” Alfredo said
“There,” Romeo whispered. “Romeo’s blue skies.”