Art was always the best therapy for them. The news was distressing, to say the least; Soleil had always looked up to Dr. Gilchrist, listened to his advice -- who would want to murder an old man? Their thoughts were speeding through their head like a bullet train. Thatās why they chose to distract themself in the garden, a canvas set up, blue and pink paints on a palette to work from.Ā
They didnāt exactly take comfort in their solitude, but they knew that everyone was coping differently; it wasnāt their place to intrude on othersā mourning processes. Thatās why they were practically in their own world, unsure of how much time had passed since they set up the canvas, until someoneās voice pulled them out of their focus.
āIām sorry - could you repeat that?ā They wouldnāt admit that they were grateful for the distraction, but it was nice to have someone to talk to, even if it was a mundane conversation.









