Chapter 188

• EARL
• The setting was a decaying blue fountain and there was nothing that could be done with the way everything seemed to have been pulled together. It was as though there was something that was pricking me in the heart which had translated to the art before me.
• My hands hung in the air as I looked at the portrait I had sketched with a sigh. It was as malicious as I had wanted it to be but the problem was that it was not going to translate to my success. Ever since the whole things started, I was at a loss on how best to handle the situations down.