The rain hasn’t stopped and the wind never fails at making the windows cause noise, I was still here and Dominic hasn’t said a word since he told me what he did, his words still echoed in my mind and my heart filled with questions.
Why didn’t I run away?
Why didn’t I yell at him?
All these portraits in the whole house, it was never him, it was his brother, in a twisted way, my heart ached for more, Why did he kill him, Why did they never photograph or paint Dominic, What happened between them?
His eyes were haunted and his jaw clenched as he waited for me to attempt the door.
“I am still here,” I whispered against my breath.
“You should not be.” Dominic said quietly, “You should run away, you should yell at me and call me a monster.”
I glanced at him before I stood up and I took a f
