• THREE YEARS LATER

    Lily was at her gallery. All of her paintings had one thing a guy. The same guy in fact. He had no name, and had no past, but he was always there on her canvas.
    Another person walked in!
    Lily went to the door to greet him.
    "Hello sir." Lily said with a smile. "May I take your coat?"
    "Yes . . . please." he said breathlessly.
    The stranger slipped off his coat bu not his hat.
    "Would you like me to walk you around?"
    "Sure."
    "I'm Lily, by the way."
    "Klark." he said.
    "Nice name."
    They walked past her painting of the man.He was standing there in the rain. It was made to make you feel like you're being pulled from him.
    Each painting had something to do with the man, except for one.
    That painting had a lily surrounded by chaos, but looked fine.
    "I like this one a lot." Lily admitted.
    The man stared at it as if he was mystified. "What does it mean to you?" he murmured.
    "To me?" Lily blushed. "It means that I'm immortal. I can feel the chaos around me, but I feel safe because there is one thing that makes me immortal."
    The man looked at her. "Miss, if I may, can I please show you something?"
    "Sure," she said reluctantly.
    They went out side, and the man took off his hat while concealed in the dark.
    "Do you know who that man is in your pictures?"
    "No," Lily answered truthfully. "But I dream about him all the time." Lily blushed deeper.
    "Really?" he stepped into the light.
    It was the guy from her pictures!
    "Who are you?" Lily squeaked.
    "I am Kenon." he said. "And we are lovers."
    "No! Go away!"
    "Lily." he gripped her shoulders. "Please, my dear."
    "Let go!"
    Tears fell down his face. "Lily, please, believe me."
    "Go! Go away you freak!" she screamed on the top of her lungs.
    The man, Kenon, let go of her. "Lily, i love you." he whispered and disappeared.
    Lily fell to her knees, and cried.