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~Michael's POV
Mia's brow lifted slightly, curiosity taking over her tired features. "A surprise? At seven in the morning?"
"I couldn't wait," I admitted, placing the bag gently on the side table and starting to open it. "You told me you missed feeling like yourself yesterday. I kept thinking about that. So... I got these."
I pulled out the sketchpad first, then the brushes, paints, and colored pencils, laying each item out slowly on the table beside her, like I was revealing little pieces of sunlight.
Mia stared, wide-eyed, as if trying to process it all.
"I thought maybe," I said softly, "you'd like to paint today. Or draw. Or throw color all over the place if that's what helps. Whatever it is... something for you. Something normal."
She didn't say anything for a moment.
Then, very softly, she asked, "You did all this for me?"
I nodded, clearing my throat a bit. "Yeah. I did."
