Rueben stared at the picture of the woman who was in the box. Though it had been twenty years since he had legally wedded his wife to live a calm peaceful one, the one that laid in the box was the one who had stolen his heart long ago.
Picking up the picture, he bought it close to look at her. Her hair was inky black along to accompany the color of her eyes. Her expression was one which was serious like many other times he had seen her during the time he had known her but there was a faint smile which the painter had captured where one would think that the painter had added to it as a touch of his own to bring out the beauty of the person.
Turning the picture to look behind the name on it read 'Isabelle Genevieve'.
