“You are such a good artist,” One said, I didn’t know who.
“ You lied to us saying you couldn’t paint , you are such a great artist”, Another said but I didn’t know who, I wasn’t mentally present but physically I walked along with the girls as we approached the gates of the queen’s villa.
“This is just beautiful”, I was tired of it at this point, it did not feel right, nothing did, This was wrong, I could remember my mother’s words loud and clear.
“Never take what isn’t yours, this would later bite back at you Marceline”, I could feel the words like she was right here next to me. I knew deep in my heart that this was wrong, I couldn’t claim what was not mine as mine.
I could see the gates now and the guards were moving for us to enter, In that moment I knew my decision, I stopped w
