There was a bee that kept hitting on the glass of the window, thinking "Why am I stuck?". Its bright freedom was only one never-ending transparent layer away from it. It buzzed loudly as if it was screaming infuriated. Yet it was just a buzz. No one to hear. And Rivienne the one who heard locked the window.
Its only way out was shattering the glass.
Neja stopped her brush as one line was off the track since the lady moved without a warning. Through the smoke, she looked at Neja. "What?" Rivienne asked. Sitting beside the window with her petticoat, she forced Neja to complete the painting that covered the stabbing in her heart.
It was there from the beginning just like the two black spots under her left eye. Neja shook her head as her lady was on the verge of killing someone because of her headache. Throughout the time, Rivienne stared at Neja's face. Her eyes, her lips, and her dimples. She could say how many freckles Neja had.
