The exhibition is over. It was an enormous success. Every single one of the portraits has been sold. The local paper called the show 'a moving tribute by one of her old schoolfriends to the tragic victim of a drowning accident'. I am a celebrity at school. Annie, I can see, is mightily relieved to have the canvases out of the house. I am bereft. I cannot live without her. I shall make her again. Differently this time. I shall take clay and fashion her once more. I shall paint the clay in all the colours of her skin and hair... bring her to some kind of life. I shall tell no one at all about this. It will be our secret. Abrielle's and mine.
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Abrielle
RomanceA mysterious story about a man still had these nightmares about a girl, he fell for in his teen's year. (Please do comment, i need to improve my writing as this book is my first time)
