For every war, there is a prize. This is yours.
Samuelson left after seeing her stable and awake. He bid farewell to her family and left saying goodbye. After leaving the hospital, he went straight to the bungalow, with a hard push; he opened the giant old doors. The doors made a crack noise while opening, due to being abandoned for years. The place was in complete darkness and full disorder and the only source of light was coming from the door. Samuelson didn't pay any attention to it. He walked up straight upstairs to a corner room and opened the room and went inside.
It was a library filled with books and on one wall there were portraits covered with white clothes. Samuelson stood in front of the wall and pulled down the cloth while covering his face to maintain himself from dust. The portraits of Sebastian in different eras filled up the room. He opened her eyes and looked at them. His eyes filled with hatred and envy. Soon, a company joined him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and rested her chin on his shoulder.