#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...
the only thing I can recall is admiring the dexterity behind its subtle details.it seemed to tell a sad tale though.of love won and love lost.a promise made and a vow broken.a betrayal and an inevitable death.all these themes swirled around in the form of colored oils..each brush portraying the emotion of its master all into that singular piece of art.the artist definitely took his time to create such beautiful madness..but why was it in my possession?maybe I would never discover who made that yellowed painting with rounded edges..or why my initials suddenly appeared on the wall right next to the fireplace.in blood red.

-the wilting rose🥀