ith the canvas that carried the image of her and the wolf, and her mind burnt with the image like a brand. Impossible questions layered in her head as her thoughts raced over unsettling reali

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her heart skipped on seeing Micheal standing beside the doorway. He leaned beside the wall close to the door

o speak, but could only manage a half breath. His presence emancipa

aid as her voice was barely above a whisper. "I

r. Despite wearing an unwavering smile, something intently flickered in his ga

, straight to the desk. "It's common for most peop

r spine. "My apologies, I didn't think this was a personal space, and like I said e

ed to her. "But I suppose, you are not mo

stood, shielding the canvas subtly, as if he

e from where?" Zara s

are aware." Micheal said as he tilted his head

tinct led her, and not out of fear. Something d

iant artist behind this works." Zara blu

on the left." He said promptly over his shoulders with a cold voice,

hout uttering another word, as he heart thudded I'm her chest. Stepping into the hallway, she looked back briefly, sighting Micheal locked eyes with

by her shadow. As her mind was far from reality, her fingers grazed the wall, as she grounded herself into something real and solid. She was supposed to feel at ease, because she was ali

e walked. "I remember vividly tucking them away in my sketch pad, but this is a completed drawing. And even if they we

add up, the house and how the staff's acted around him, how she had been his fiancé for a while now and distant he was, and also how

zed uncontrollably, as thoughts overlapped like waves crashing against a frail shore. Moments after stepping into the room and sitting on the bed, she lets out a heavy sigh. She knew she had spent the entire day spewing through layers of

e. Zara blinked profusely, as this wasn't what she had just seen a while back, everything was arranged neatly, and also delicately. To her surprise, the space was feminine, as a subtle hint of rose water hung in the air. And on a pr

ne had gone a great length out of their way to make her feel comfortable and welcomed. This stirred something inside her, a mixture of gratitude and appre

oses, enveloped by her as her. Since the accident, she hasn't really allowed herself to feel the tension in her muscles and limb. As the wat

irror; there she spotted a new glint in her eyes, something causations and curious. For the first time after entering th

th beautiful linens and warm pillows. The vintage curtains, long and sheer, slightly danced as breeze slipped through the small op

oft pull of the softness. Maybe tomorrow, she's search for more answers but for now she need rest. Closing her eyes, to giv