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I retracted my body slightly, staring at the painting. Its familiar green eyes glared back, emotionless- she did not smile. Her face was stone, preserved in the paint it had been drawn in. It was her, the way she had been before- long red hair, those vibrant and young emerald eyes. Before years of lies, and the pen of age was etched into her porcelain face. I touched the paper, feeling cracks under my fingers- after thirty years in a forgotten home, the painting was still beautiful. Just like she was.
"Sam?"
I glanced over to see her, the woman in the painting standing next to me- the same, aside from the shortness of her hair and the lines of age cutting into her skin. Alas, we could not all stay young and beautiful, I to- had aged- with time we became wrinkled and husks of or former glory. Still, everything about her was perfection. If I was a lesser person I would be jealous, but- this was not the time.
"Beautiful, isnt it?" she muttered. "I remember when my father had hired a painter to paint it, I hated sitting there for five hours- letting some strange man stare at me. Still, the painting is beautiful."
"just like you"
she chuckled, her laugh echoing through the old dusty house. "Real smooth."

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Description
I retracted my body slightly, staring at the painting. Its familiar green eyes glared back, emotionless- she did not smile. Her face was stone, preserved in the paint it had been drawn in. It was her, the way she had been before- long red hair, those vibrant and young emerald eyes. Before years of lies, and the pen of age was etched into her porcelain face. I touched the paper, feeling cracks under my fingers- after thirty years in a forgotten home, the painting was still beautiful. Just like she was.
"Sam?"
I glanced over to see her, the woman in the painting standing next to me- the same, aside from the shortness of her hair and the lines of age cutting into her skin. Alas, we could not all stay young and beautiful, I to- had aged- with time we became wrinkled and husks of or former glory. Still, everything about her was perfection. If I was a lesser person I would be jealous, but- this was not the time.
"Beautiful, isnt it?" she muttered. "I remember when my father had hired a painter to paint it, I hated sitting there for five hours- letting some strange man stare at me. Still, the painting is beautiful."
"just like you"
she chuckled, her laugh echoing through the old dusty house. "Real smooth."

my otp guys- like hoNESTLy #shipitsohard