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"Babe, I've finally finished the painting," Marcus said with an exhilarating smile on his face as I walked into our home.

"Oh my gosh, that's great babe," I said, hugging him tightly. It warmed my heart to see him this happy after weeks of agonizing over this painting he wanted so badly to get into the town's biggest art exhibition.

You see, Marcus is very passionate about his art. Anytime he has a big project, we have this agreement that I'll give him some space to concentrate on his work. And this usually means days and nights of him being locked away in his studio. I get to stop by to drop his food or coffee, some small talk and that's it. I understand Marcus like that.

But this time, it was different. We had a new neighbour who just moved in next door a few days after Marcus started this painting. Well, he was a really noisy one. Oh dear, and Marcus wasn't having it.

There were days I literally had to beg him not to confront the neighbour. I tried to plead with my neighbour to tone it down a little, at least until Marcus was done with his project. But unfortunately, I met with the stubborn side and all please fell on deaf ears.

So I decided to book a hotel room for Marcus to finish his painting. This project would be a turning point in his life, and I wanted to do everything I could to support him. This is why I was quite surprised when I got home to the news of a finished painting.

"Okay babe, let me see your amazing work," I said with excitement welling up inside me. I always cherish those moments where I'm the first to lay my eyes on Marcus's art and I couldn't wait to savour this particular moment.

"Sure thing babe," he said as he led me towards his studio.

"3, 2, 1, Viola!" and he pushed open the doors.

"Awww this is so beautiful," I said when my eyes met the almost 5ft canvas. Then I froze at the sight of what lay beside it. An object, covered with white linen with a large red spot at the centre. There was silence. The silence that had eluded us since our new neighbour moved in.

I suddenly began to feel very cold and sweaty at the same time.

"Marcus, what is this?" My voice was shaky as I turned to look at him. The smile that welcomed me at the entrance just some moments ago had disappeared. He gave me a long cold stare and said...

"Babe, I've finally finished the painting."

Thanks to @Danii_eIIe on Twitter for posting this on the TL. It reminded me that I still have it in me to write impromptu short stories like this. I've followed her already on Twitter and her blog "Words of Dany". You should too.

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