Chapter 242

"Are you okay?" Adrian says looking at me, his face soft and his eyes concerned that I have to nod my head.

I have to nod my head because except for this headache that is practically rippling through me, I feel nothing else. I feel nothing else and I look towards the boy that is sleeping beside me, my hand is still in his hair.

I flick it and I'm friggin playing with it now.

Seriously for a boy to have such hair,n for a boy to have such long soft hair, it is simply unfair.

Even my own hair though I consider it soft, even my own hair that I consider soft and perfect is still not this soft.

The boy Is a treasure, he is a treasure to be precise and my eyes open wide in trepidation at this.

"Have you guys ever noticed any birthmarks on any of the portraits in the memorial hall?" I say looking at them and it is another time for them to look surprised.

It is another time for them to look considerably surprised because Alice simply looks at me and she spits the word out.

"What????".

I nod my head at this.

That is the correct word, that is the correct word because i would also ask me what I was saying if I was in their shoes?, I would also ask me about what i was saying if i was in their shoes and I take out some of the paper and the pen that was on Adrian's cabinet the last time we had been here.

I'm thankful to my stars that they're still there because I doubt Adrian will actually let me stand.

I doubt he'll let me stand up to do anything because he's looking at me almost like I am a precious little chick now.

That is a problem for later, that is a problem for later because right now I'm sketching out the birthmark that I had seen on those people.

I am sketching it out and I show it to Alice and Arden.

"Do you recognise any of this?" I say looking at the both of them.

They both shake thier heads.

I show Adrain so he's also given the chance to shake his head even though I see a faint hint of recognition in his eyes.

I'm guessing that he wants me to land first.

He wants me to see exactly what I want to say before he makes his own observations and I have to smile at this.

Seriously sometimes he's the best, sometimes he's just the best and what am I even saying?, not just sometimes, all the time.

I get to drawing.

I get drawing, I get to carrying out an activity which I have not done in a long time now and it seems weird for me when I draw.

It seems weird for me to draw especially with the perfection with which I do it.

I finished drawing and I show my painting back to the three people with me.

"Have you ever seen anything like this?".