Wrote this for my friends also i write for fun no srs things

He walked around the art museum admiring the paintings, sculptures, and drawings since he can't do much having lost the person who had dragged him there, he sighs and continues walking for a few minutes.

He stops for a second and just stands there to look around then there on the other side of the room he sees it, a painting of a girl… a badly painted painting of a girl… and yet his breath still managed to get taken away as he takes in the whole painting, a painting so big its probably double his size, he stares as a strange wave of familiarity hits him

He wonders why, what's so special about this painting, why is it so familiar to him. He stares for a few seconds and lightly shakes his head to try and get these thoughts to stop, unsuccessful he looks away from the painting to look at the painting beside it, the sculptures in the middle of the room but his eyes always go back to the painting, to her eyes, to her smile…he shakes his head again

He looks at the painting and wonders how a painting like this ended up in a famous art museum like this one, he shrugs his shoulders and looked at the painting as a whole again, and notices details, for one her eyes, are dark brown, her long black hair, her baby face, and most noticeably her bright smile, 

He sees a museum tour guide say something and point at the painting and he speed walks closer trying to hear something, anything he can about the painting, he doesn't even know why he’s so interested but, he looks back at the painting and stares at her smile 

“This painting was done by an anonymous painter, and the people who have kept it for years have said that this painting was the only painting the painter ever did, as for the painter they weren't someone experienced” 

“The girl in this painting was said to be the painter's lover, the painter had not painted anything before this as for that was more their lovers’ activity”

“The other reason as to why the painting is considered by most, bad is that it is unfinished”

“A few have said that the painter had painted this in hopes to be able to remind themselves of how she looked like and kept it beside them as a reminder that they have loved this girl their entire life and had continued to do so”

“And some theorized that the reason it was unfinished was that the girl had died before the painting was done, and the painter simply stopped adding details, afraid that they might accidentally change something that shouldn't be changed”

He stood there shocked not knowing what to do, now knowing how to react after being given the information he sought out for, after that he just blanked out everything else the tour guide had said and gazed at the painting, at her face, her eyes, her smile, and when the tour guide left along with the crowd behind them

His body moved before his mind catches up, once he was out of his trance he was now close to the painting, close enough to see its name

“My Love”

He stares at the nameplate and looks back at the painting, and all he could think about was how it fits, the name was…perfect

He feels someone looking at him and he turns his head trying to find the source to see a girl about his age, her face familiar, her aura bright and then he looks at the painting then back at the girl a different type of warmth engulfs him he doesn't know who she is but

“...----?”