#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... All I can remember last is that I was in a building filled with frames- oh right! I was at a painting museum. And now, I am at nowhere.

The cold breeze continued hitting my pale skin as I try to regain my last memories. How did I retrieve this painting?

But in regaining my last memory, I know that it will bring back the painful ones.


[two weeks earlier]

"Honey, I'm home!!" I shouted as I excitedly placed my bag down, looking around if my wife Shannon will come down from the stairs. "Honey? I have some good news!!" I shouted once more, getting impatient.

"Wait there, honey! I'm coming down!" My wife shouted back. Finally.

So, I waited for her for almost twenty seconds before I could already visualize her. She's wearing her red sleeveless dress that looked amazing.

"Hi honey. Sorry I couldn't answer you any sooner. I was just having a shower." she said as she approached me, giving me a...