ANNABEL Part I

The central character of this story, a sketch man known simply as the one who loves his girl extremely much. One day, The man felt something different about his beloved girl. He knew nothing what’s going on her. He was curious and thought. He was questioning his self.

“What is wrong with her eyes?A glossy stare that won't leave me be, starts my blood running cold.A gaze that could make hell freeze over.”

Then he found, his lover has died. And made himself be madder.

“I have to understand she's gone.”

But, he doesn’t believe at all. He loves Annabel too much. His love to Annabel had been too strong.

“But she's not! Don't you tell me that she is dead.Watch her lips softly move because she's still whispering to me!And something here is not quite right. (something here is not quite right)”

He stared Annabel. How pathetic this circumstance and all of hers are.

“Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes. But I cannot stand to turn away. When I do, she'll be gone. It's frightening.”
He is not willing to face new life without her. He is afraid at all. How could he live his pathetic life.

“Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door. (They'll be here soon) I wish I could keep my yeeth from grinding.(I wish I'd stop looking behind me) Running now will only make it worse. (They'll be here soon) I wish I could shake the awful feeling. (I wish my mind would stop)”

He is that at bad feeling and thought. He has lost his biggest ambition.

“Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me. As the ground vanishes, I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? Paint abandons canvas. And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch. As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? (why should I even try to stop the collapse) I won't!”

Like craziest one, he tried to change permanent fate.

“Shaking as I rest her body down.No one knows, only me.It's frightening.”

“Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door.(They'll be here soon. I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.(I wish I'd stop looking behind me. Running now will only make it worse.(They'll be here soon). I wish I could shake the awful feeling.(I wish my mind would stop)”

“Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me. As the ground vanishes, I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? Paint abandons canvas. And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch. As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? (why should I even try to stop the collapse)”

He thought, he has found the biggest enemy in his life. Annabel’s killer.

“There's a madman glaring straight at me! Oh I know I've seen his face before! I am sure I've seen his face before!”

“Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.As the ground vanishes, I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?Paint abandons canvas.And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch. As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?(why should I even try to stop the collapse)I won't! “

If I were this man, I would do like him. Soo pathetic, even I never feel how pathetic life is when we lost someone we love.

THE ARTIST