The artist had already left the portrait he had drawn and our house. I and Pars were alone again. I was smiling and looking into his eyes, my soul was feeling calm, but when Pars suddenly took me in his arms and started to walk towards the stairs, my stomach hurt because of excitement. "What happened?" I said when we got to the front of the stairs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and studied his face with a curious expression.
As he slowly walked up the stairs as if to savor the moment, he looked into my eyes and smiled mischievously. I could have sworn time had stopped at that moment, but I had no proof. "I guess I should be afraid of your smile…" I raised an eyebrow and we were on the second floor. I thought he was going to take me to my room as usual, but this time he surprised me. He continued to walk towards his room.
