Then again, maybe it would be a fruitful one. If she was lucky, Montana would forgive her for everything, and help answer a question that tore at her every night. And, worst case scenario, he’d break her heart and she’d have a place of bitterness from which to be creative. Nothing helps creativity like being bitter.

That was the real secret of the depressive artist. They hate themselves, they hate the world. That hatred is a huge pool for creativity. It’s hard not to draw ...