- Beginning Of The Worst
Seraphina knew it was him because his mere presence was enough to shudder her soul. His strong manly cologne filled her nostrils, making it evident for her that it was him.
Her smile fell from her face. She stopped moving her paintbrush and didn't take her head upward to look at him but then felt him to sit beside her. She still didn't toss her head around to look at him, until
"Continue your painting," He uttered, calmly while gazing at her half coloured painting. She was painting the horizon and he was impressed with her painting because he himself liked to paint a lot.
Seraphina didn't follow his words. She didn't make any effort to complete her drawing or to look at him, which made him sigh.
"Give this to me. I'll help you," He said and took her painting a
