William felt like he was trespassing. He walked inside the lilac themed room. He could see every corner of the room clearly as the sun’s rays filtered through the glass windows. With every step, as he looked at the sight in front of him, he recalled what happened in the past. What was unclear and questionable before finally made sense now.
“So, this is why she pushed me away. This was the reason for their fight earlier,” William whispered to himself as he approached the array of photos framed at the walls of the room. Two were oil canvass paintings of his side profile and displayed beside each other, three were abstract paintings of his image, five were blown up photographs of his eyes, face, face until torso, whole body facing front and his back profile. The whole room looked
