WILLIAM
The walls of my dark room seemed to be spinning as I wrapped my head around the reality before me. My breathing as getting deep and laboured and although the door of my room was closed shut, I had a feeling the guest would hear me grunting like some animal and scare her away. The clap of thunder and the flashes of lightning that followed lit up the room for a moment and that was enough for me to see much more clearly the large painting of Bianca I had pained in my room.
I stood up from the bed and walked towards the painting. How could such a resemblance be uncanny? Bianca's face stared at me and the smile on her lips made it seem like she knew what was going on. I had painted her with the very best memory of her I had, not the most gruesome one that bore her death and had me hol
