Zenith's Hive 2} Zenith Alone

Zenith sighed as he shut his computer off. He looked around his room his eyes hurting from the time he spent on the computer. Slowly rising to his feet he rubbed his eyes. He liked talking to Ryelam until the scolding started. Maybe he should try harder but what's the point. He walked out of his room and into the Livingroom. He looked at the mural on the wall witch he added to a while ago. He didn't really want to touch that, he would never admit it but he liked it there. Zenith grabbed the paints that were on the floor by the mural and looked at them.

Black, red, blue, yellow and white. You could make basically anything with these colors. He walked over to a free wall in his Livingroom and set the paints back down. He rubbed his eyes again before staring at the wall for a good 20 minuets. He groaned and rolled his eyes. This was pointless if he was just going to stand there and stare. He looked at his bedroom door and debated weather or not he should just go back in there and fall asleep for a good ten hours. He sighed and shook his head before picking up the white paint. He put a big white bloob on the wall with his hand and spread it out to make a circle. He remembered Ryelam's words in his head. "✯rt is more th✯n idle colouring, zenith," He almost put his face against the wall before remembering there was paint on it. What the fuck was he even suppose to paint.

He stood there for a few more moments before a thought popped into his head. He nodded and started actually trying out some artistry. After about an hour he stepped back and looked at his work. Two fish were on the wall circling one and other. One was black and the other white. He felt kind of proud of himself even though they were just single colors. He washed his hands off in the sink and decided to not clean up the paints. He walked back into his room and flopped down on his bed. He looked up at the celling before shutting his eyes and letting sleep take him over.

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