Chapter 50

Guilia

I put my easel and paint brushes away, a huge grin creeping on my face as I stared with satisfaction at the outcome of my work. After that I concealed it with a plain cloth then went on to wash my hands

One week ago, my therapist had asked to have a deep search for what might interest me and spur me into having a positive outlook at life again. I realized that I had a knack for arts; recreating beautiful pieces on a canvas so I got some painting tools when no one was looking and set out to work.

Guess who my first muse was?...