A QUEST TO BE FORGIVEN WITHOUT APOLOGY

Stefan pov.

I walked up the stairs with Ralph leading the way and the more I walked, the more the pictures I saw drew me in. All the picture frames were just powerfully printed with hidden meanings, though most of them were pictures of her, but they felt familiar to me like I've seen them before and I remembered that maid telling Mabel that I printed it by myself which was obviously not a lie. If she had used her hands to print them, she wouldn't be so surprised to see them like I was, and for the fact that I printed them when she was gone? Gone to where? I thought with a sigh.

Everything were becoming more confusing. When I got into the room, I had no doubt again with the pictures I saw. Pictures of us on the bed obviously naked though the duvet was doing it job with covering, we even had smiles on our faces, I walked to it and couldn't stop the smile that gazed my lips as I imagined myself in that position and tried not to force myself to remember anything as the doctors had warned