Prologue

His eyes shined as he was scanning through the details , it was aesthetically pleasing.

It was not perfect but the way he perfectly stroke, adding a colour to those brown hair which was braided beautifully . The way he reflected those little shiny eyes on his painting which perfectly complemented the smile she was wearing but none of these features attracted as much attention as the birthmark on her right hand which was displayed as she shyly pushed back a strained of her hair....................................

A muffled sound of crying filled the now dark room. It was not as if the room had no source of light- in fact it had two large windows that if opened- the whole room could be lighted brightly, but the dark maroon curtains stopped them from doing so.only the Sound of sobbing and whimpering was present as he was crying on the corner of his room................

Pitter- patter the shower water was making sound as it was touching her. Tears were running down with the water. The hand kept in mouth didn’t let the sound out. Even the tears were unseen as it was washed away by the water.....................

Among different colors he choose to gift her the bluish purpulish color that later on changed into something painful that she would have never imagined to be gifted.

She hissed in pain, her cold slender fingers traced the corner of her lips- it was bleeding as it had been slightly cut.

She sighed and applied ointment all alone in that room which felt much more suffocating to her than it originally was. But she wouldn't dare to run away as he was the man she chose herself and she was the one to blame.

Pushing away her thoughts aside she put her coat on and locked the door as she went outside. She greeted her neighbour like usual with a sweet smile as if she didn't tend to her wounds just now. But after all that is said and done the only thing she could do was endure it with a smile rather than it being sweet or painful. After all, it had become a part of her life now.