How many times did I blacked out? That.....is the question I've been pondered for so long. I've lost count every time my neurones instantly shutdown my body. Once again, my brain reconnected me to the vision of the painter. As I opened my eyes,so did he. He woke up and walked to the window, outside the mansion shower rain down from the sky, causing a morning fog that covered the far sight like curtains.
And then there was the girl, waiting for him at the door prepared for a leisurely walk at the garden. Together,both walked out of the room and prepared for a walk.
The garden outside the mansion encompasses the house itself, the rain and the fog transformed it into a meandering, perplexing maze. At a few areas there're green angel statues, which I assume they're covered in mosses after prolonged basking upon the falling raindrops
The girl, unfortunately, Her stamina is quite..... limited. She walked for a little while, and became weary and rests, then jumped up and walked again. The painter only hope he don't lose sight of her green umbrella
"Hmm?" I woke up by the sound of raindrops outside the window. I looked around and found myself in my own room. "Who carried me to the room?" I sat there, puzzled and curious, especially the chair this time it changed into a bench I usually seen in the park. Without wasting any time, I quickly dressed and get to the painting room.
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the Breathing painting: a Matsuro palette fanfic
Fanfiction"a real you? What do you mean by 'the real you'? and why? i don't understand" Thomas Maxfield has received a strange painting during his working time at a museum as an art restoration expert and a museum archivist. However,things started too change...