I tie my hair in a low ponytail and look at my face in the mirror. It makes me think of my painting. It's placed in MOMA and they still don't know who it is. It's rumoured that it is Oscar wilde's lover. A smile warms my face. I would like to see it again but i don't have the nerve because i fear people will see the resemblance. I read "picture of dorian Gray" several times. I love Oscars way of writing it's always captivating. My phone rings and shatters my thoughts. I don't pick up, I assume it's a classmate who wants answers of the assignment, again. I put on my uniform and take my bag.
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Fanfictionwhat if Dorian gray stayed pure and innocent by heart. What if it was a gift not a curse what if it was from god I get up another, another chance. I try to smile but my face doesn't want to. I splash water in my face. I look at myself. Didn't age a...
