• Her fingers moving swiftly across the page as she started writing about the painter.She never knew his name though she stared at him for hours.She would sit across the street inside a shop and stare at the window.People thought she was lonely but she never was.She had the painter and the paintings that he touched with his brush.His arm moving furiously across the canvas as he was finishing a painting.She wanted to talk to him for a long time but never did.It would ruin things for her if she knew too much about him.He started sobbing and she held her breath.He was starting to have one of his fits.He would end up sobbing and screaming for hours and everyone would pass him by as if he wasn’t there.He was just a shadow that everyone’s eyes just looked over.His painting of the sun stood there drying while he silently sobbed in his corner.