The one who leaves is always told.
But the one who remains is silent.

This painting does not speak of the one abandoned,
but of the one who continues to carry the weight.
One figure grows, fills the space, draws the boundary.
The other retreats — yet does not fall.

Red is not an outburst of anger,
it is a fire held inside.
Black is not absence,
but a suppressed heaviness.

There are no faces in this painting.
Because this story does not belong to a single person.
One leaves.
The one who remains lives with it.