She wasn't Madison,It was a painting.
I could hear Jeanette say through the intercom
"Madame has been recovered,We request escort service from the English Police".
At that time,it hit me.I was so caught up in the painting that it looked real to me,only me.
I saw a team of Cops carry my corpse into a van,I followed them upto the crematorium were they cremated my body.I felt No pain,but my soul was disappearing slowly from the bottom.
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He was no more.All he felt was betrayal,
At last,he was no more.
UNTIL.
He felt his body come back into place,the remaining ashes came together.He was alive again,but this time he was in the Louvre museum,staring at her,but as a painting.
He looked around,and realised it was the same day he saw her.
He was confused.
This time around,the painting was again taken back to the maintenance room by two shady-looking guards.In panic he walks again into the maintenance room, everything seemed normal,the painting was on the floor.It looked all dusty and worn out,he wipes off the dust and takes the painting further into the room,He could hear a conversation through the backdoor.
He heard "The cops will soon find out this is fake,we must replace is quickly with the original one back in southampton."
He was shocked,not only because he was back alive,but also because the painting was fake.
He quickly made up his mind to go to Southampton and retrieve the original painting.