The Last Stroke

He had always loved painting. Ever since he was a child, he had felt a deep connection with colors and shapes, expressing his emotions through his brushstrokes. He had dreamed of becoming a famous abstract artist, admired and respected by the world.

But his dreams had shattered when he met her. She was a critic, a harsh and cynical woman who had no appreciation for his art. She had mocked his paintings, called them childish and meaningless. She had broken his heart, and his spirit.

He had tried to forget her, to move on with his life. He had tried to find inspiration in other things, to create new and original works. But nothing seemed to satisfy him. He felt empty and lost, unable to paint anything that made him happy.

He decided to end his misery. He took a canvas, a brush, and a palette of paints. He wanted to paint one last masterpiece, a farewell to the world. He wanted to pour out his soul on the canvas, to show his pain and his love.

He started with a dark blue, a color of sadness and loneliness. He painted a large circle, representing his broken heart. He added some black strokes, symbolizing his despair and hopelessness. He felt a tear roll down his cheek.

He continued with a bright red, a color of passion and anger. He painted a smaller circle, overlapping the blue one. He wanted to show his love for her, and his hatred for her. He wanted to show how she had hurt him, and how he still loved her. He felt a surge of emotion.

He finished with a white, a color of purity and peace. He painted a thin line, cutting through the circles. He wanted to show his decision, his final choice. He wanted to show his acceptance, and his surrender. He felt a calmness.

He looked at his painting, and smiled. He felt a strange satisfaction, a sense of completion. He had created his last masterpiece, his last stroke. He had expressed his feelings, his story. He had said goodbye.

He put down his brush, and picked up a knife. He stabbed himself in the chest, piercing his heart. He fell to the floor, bleeding. He closed his eyes, and died.

He left behind his painting, his legacy. A painting of a broken heart, a broken artist. A painting of a love, a hate. A painting of a life, a death. A painting of a circle, a line. A painting of a blue, a red, a white. A painting of an abstract.