When he’d mentioned he painted my room, he didn’t mean a solid color. He’d used my wall as a canvas. He’d used our wall to create one of the most beautiful images I’d ever laid eyes on. Spray painted onto the smooth surface using a mixture of white and pastel paints, was a gigantic unicorn that looked like it was flying freely through the sky. I covered my mouth. “Oh, my God. What did you do?” “It’s you.” “What?” His mouth curved into a smile. “You’re my unicorn…”
