It started twenty years ago. When Helena painted this mysterious woman who she never knew she was sick and tired of painting this woman. Helena has thousands of paintings of this one woman. Whenever she’d paints it would always come out as that woman, Helena thought it was the brush. She changed the brushed and tried a different method of painting but she still painted this woman. She thought it was the paint so she changed the type of paint she used but still the same woman. She tried and tried to stop painting this woman but it never stopped. “What is wrong with me.” Muttered Helena. As she pushed herself down on the chair and slopped. She sighed as the door flung open. Helena not even bearing to look at door as she lost so many clients because of this woman she yelled, “there’s no point of being here.” The woman looked at Helena stunned as she said, “that’s me…” Helena looked behind her to see a woman standing in the doorway with golden brown hair and burning amber eyes she turned to the paint slowly noticing the woman and the painting were really similar then she asked the woman to stand next to the painting as the woman shuffled herself next to the painting Helena pushes herself backwards to get a good view of the woman and the painting to find out it’s the same woman she’s painted over these year.