Feeling and brother wood

Dylan’s Pov

I opened my eyes to a large portrait of my red-haired, freckled nose, Amara hanging on my room wall.

“Do you like it?” Princess asked again.

I wanted to answer her and tell her I loved it but I was lost staring into the green eyes of Amara.

I knew I missed her so much but this portrait brought out so many emotions in me.

She was wearing a green dress that matched her eyes perfectly and her red hair fell loose past her shoulders.

Her smile was so radiant. She looked so happy.

Looking at the portrait I could hear her voice ringing in my head not that it had ever left but this picture made it sound like she was here, in front of me.

I walked towards to portrait aching to touch it maybe it will remind me of what her skin felt like but I was disappointed because it was just a painting on a canvas.

It felt nothing like her delicate beautiful skin but I was grateful I had a physical image of her hung in our room.

Her face will be the first I will see when I wake up