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"Jonny—" Thom breathed out; feeling like he was going to cry. For years I had been painting a man named Jonny. His presence was only there when I was painting him. My ears were filled with the sounds of underwater and frozen harmonies whilst painting him. He was the cold breeze chilling my skin, the vivid smell of lavender and eucalyptus, snow falling from the sky in spiral patterns, a vast foggy ocean, a muted and soft piano melody engraved in my soul. That is who Jonny is.
He would come to me in my dreams every time i painted him, my most recent dream consisting of both of us sitting beside each other and composing an ethereal duet laced with sadness and love. I could hear the duet in my heart as I gazed lovingly at Jonny. He was much taller than me, his feet were bare, and he was wearing minimal clothing. That was odd. The weather was frigid; how was he not shivering? My thoughts were stopped as he reached out to touch my face. His fingers weren't cold; in fact, his fingers were the warmest and most loving thing I had ever felt in my life. I felt tears trickle down my rosy cheeks and roll down my neck, pooling at my collarbones. He lovingly wiped my tears away. I couldn't think straight; it felt like a spell had been cast upon me, a spell of sheer intimacy and warmth. Jonny only spoke with his eyes; gosh, his eyes were like looking through a door to the universe i swore i could see bursting supernovas in his wide pupils. I felt his hand grasp mine.
I was being pulled away into a world of paint, love, music, vast oceans, warmth, and ice. A world of Jonny.