The day was rainy and wet like most of the days of April. I walk out in my parka and walk into the art gallery that I own and run. I go to the back and see that it was a mess. I try straightening it up but it was too much. Then I see a new painting. It was of me in my dark purple dress, with my long dark hair in a bun. “ Who did this?” I wonder as I walk back out with the painting in hand, looking for my intern. I see her looking at a painting that was made by Claude Monet

“Jane, dear, can you come here please?” I watch her come over to me with a curious look on her face. “Did you want me, Paige?” she smiles but I see that she is very scared and very nervous. I hold up the painting, showing her how beautiful and scary it is. I take a deep breath to try to calm down, not wanting her to see her boss completely freaked out. “Do you know who painted this? Because it has no signature on it and the only other person that has seen me in this dress is my mother, and she has been dead for a good five years.” I look at the painting of my past, getting more scared and a little bit angry at whoever did this.

“Paige, I have no idea who brought that in. But it is very pretty.” Jane’s smile gets bigger. “Come on Paige, you should put it up in the gallery; people would love to see it. Say its from a mysterious donor.” I pause. “Should I?” I think about it trying to imagine what it would be like to have this painting be hung in my gallery. I smile a bit but then shake my head. “Fine, just for the day, if we get people who like it, we will keep it up.” I start to walk away but then I hear Jane ask one question I really didn’t want to answer.

“What do you want me to name it?”

I wince, not knowing what to name it, but something inside me wanted me to name it something that fits me and how I looked back then. I start to think of one thing my mom would call me. “Name it , little sweetheart” then I walk away. I hang it up on the wall where there are no other paintings hung. I go back to the back room to clean it up more. When I get back there the back room is clean. I freeze in my place. I look around the room not knowing how this is possible. Then I see a little gift on the floor. I go over to it, scared of what it will be. I open it and see that it was my mother’s pearl necklace. I start to panic. That was buried with my mother. I get mad now.

“Jane, I will be back tomorrow. I need to go visit my mother’s grave.” I storm out of there and get in my car. I drive fast to the graveyard, almost hitting a couple of people. I hit the breaks and go up to my mother’s grave. I stop and look at it seeing that someone left a note there and also that the grave was freshly dug. I go over to the note. When I found it I felt someone watching me, then suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and in a deep voice says “my dear, what you are looking for is here” I turn around.
Standing there is a tall muscular man with short spiked hair that is like the black sky above. His’ eyes are striking midnight blue eyes contrasting to his skin which is the color of toasted almonds.