Julian halted right in front of his room, his fist suspended mid air. Why was he nervous? He drew in a long breath this time and gave the door a faint knock. But to his surprise, no one answered.
He turned the knob slowly to be met by a scene he rarely expected. On the bed was lying his wife, her eyes shut. Her hair was sprawled making her look otherworldly. The sun shone on her flawless skin and just when Julian's gaze landed on her lips, she slightly parted them.
He took calculative steps and towered over her, a smile dancing on his face all the while. On her chest was a portrait she was hugging as if her life depended on it.
Curious, Julian peeled the portrait off her hands while taking care not to wake her. He took two steps back and when he was certain he was at a safe distance, his eyes met with those of the drawing on the portrait.
