#WritcoStoryChallenge
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember... I haven't been able to remember a lot of things lately. Things only getting worse as the days went by. It all started that day I lost him. I woke up to find that he had killed himself. Just in the other room. I didn't know what to think about any of this. So many questions were running through my mind that night. Could I have done more? Was I not enough for him? Should I have tried harder? Did he not feel loved enough? So many different things that I would never...