Two weeks passed in a blur of medication schedules and therapy appointments, each day bleeding into the next with the predictable monotony that everyone assured Marcus was healthy. He woke at eight, took his morning pill with breakfast, attended his sessions with Dr. Mitchell on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and spent the remaining hours trying to remember who he was before Lily.
The blank canvas still sat on his easel, untouched and accusatory.



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