Eleanor Osborne:-
" I...is that me?" I asked with tears in my eyes as I looked around the whole hall room surrounded by my painted portraits by Alexander what caught my eye the most in all of the pictures was the black figure of the man who was on his knees in a begging position with tears falling from his eyes that brought tears into my eyes too because that person was none other than Alexander who was busy in begging to me in all of the single pictures. Sometimes, he was standing, sometimes sitting.
Along with those portraits, there were portraits painted around the room, and in some of them a man was drowning in the sea, was standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the couple with their kids in the park with a guilty expression. I know in every single portrait Alexander was expr
