Something caught my eye. Above a fireplace that had not been lit for a long time, there was a large portrait. I sharpened my eyes and approached it. The moon's rays were shining on it, giving it an almost supernatural appearance. In the painting I could see a young man. His hair was dark and neatly slicked back. His eyes were blue and staring at me. They seemed to be watching me. He was wearing an elegant black suit and a black rose in his lapel. His skin was as white as the moon. I knew right away. The pianist. His gaze seemed so real, I thought he had spotted me. I looked at the watch, but the darkness prevented me from seeing the position of the hands. I looked up and suddenly saw that the portrait's eyes were no longer looking at me. I swallowed. I shook my head and stopped looking at the painting.
Something caught my eye. Above a fireplace that had not been lit for a long time, there was a large portrait. I sharpened my eyes and approached it. The moon's rays were shining on it, giving it an almost supernatural appearance. In the painting I could see a young man. His hair was dark and neatly slicked back. His eyes were blue and staring at me. They seemed to be watching me. He was wearing an elegant black suit and a black rose in his lapel. His skin was as white as the moon. I knew right away. The pianist. His gaze seemed so real, I thought he had spotted me. I looked at the watch, but the darkness prevented me from seeing the position of the hands. I looked up and suddenly saw that the portrait's eyes were no longer looking at me. I swallowed. I shook my head and stopped looking at the painting.
Something caught my eye. Above a fireplace that had not been lit for a long time, there was a large portrait. I sharpened my eyes and approached it. The moon's rays were shining on it, giving it an almost supernatural appearance. In the painting I could see a young man. His hair was dark and neatly slicked back. His eyes were blue and staring at me. They seemed to be watching me. He was wearing an elegant black suit and a black rose in his lapel. His skin was as white as the moon. I knew right away. The pianist. His gaze seemed so real, I thought he had spotted me. I looked at the watch, but the darkness prevented me from seeing the position of the hands. I looked up and suddenly saw that the portrait's eyes were no longer looking at me. I swallowed. I shook my head and stopped looking at the painting.
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