Zara marvelled at Ryan's skill, at how he had managed to capture her smile, her face and her body. She could only imagine what thoughts must have been going through his head when he was painting her.
It made her feel as if he too had cared for her, that there was still hope. For a long time she sat clutching the painting close to her heart, trying to feel his presence around her. For many times in the past few months, she had thought of him with a dull ache, wondering what made her yearn for him and want him so badly. It wasn't as if they had been in a relationship, hell they even hadn't been friends.
She dialed the number, but it went to voicemail. Hi, Ray. If you are hearing this, please come back, please, and hung up. Behind one of the trees in the distance, a pair of blue eyes was looking at her, as they had watched her every single day since vanishing from her life like mist.