book I: short story
"Who's that?" I asked pointing at the painting looking into his eyes.
"That's you."
"Why did you paint me?" I asked tilting my head curiously at him.
"Because you inspired me again to paint," he replied.
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book I: short story
"Who's that?" I asked pointing at the painting looking into his eyes.
"That's you."
"Why did you paint me?" I asked tilting my head curiously at him.
"Because you inspired me again to paint," he replied.
His eyes had started to see me differently. That desire I saw on his eyes on the lift scared me a bit though. I never noticed the blackness of his eyes. Black is a rare color. He had the rare colored...