Lila POV
I stared at the piece of black chalk and the stack of papers Nico had placed on the bed as my reward.
Of everything he could have given me, food, water, luxuries I was denied during my time here, he had chosen paper and chalk.
The only two things that would allow me any kind of escape, a way to leave this place even for just a few moments.
If I was given the chance to choose my own reward, this would be exactly what I would have chosen.
Taking the piece of chalk between my fingers, I softly rubbed it with my fingertips. The chalk felt rough, yet smooth at the same time, already whispering words of images it wanted me to draw.
That's the thing about art.
Anyone who didn't understand it, didn't experience it thought that an artist chose what would be painted or drawn on the canvas.
