Kieran closed his eyes, plunging himself into darkness. "Irene," He mumbled softly, the faint voice sending warmth through his cold heart. "Irene," He mumbled again before he smiled gently. The next moment he opened his eyes, staring straight ahead into darkness before he vanished from the room.
Kieran gazed at the girl in the portrait in front of him as he lifted his hand to caress her cheek. His red eyes were filled with tenderness and intense longing for the girl in the painting. After admiring her for some time, he let out a sad smile as he looked at the girl smiling back at him.
"How long has it been, darling?" He murmured as though he was scolding her. But his tone was filled with indulgence for her. Even in the darkness of the room, he could see her clearly.
