Chapter 127: Loss of Sanity
The first rays of the Sun invaded the shabby flat occupied by Averie.
The tiny dust particles lifting in the air could be seen in the radiant light. And on the wall opposite the window, it concentrated strongly, bathing the framed painting in a vintage hue.
The painting was one that could be admired for hours. It depicted a beautiful girl of noble birth displaying loneliness and sorrow. It was as if she were trapped yet aware that there was no escape.
Dressed neatly, Averie stood observing her.
Imperfections of an unsteady hand were clearly visible on her features, yet the actor preferred it that way.
It told a story, he believed.
After all, it was the last painting by Chaoxiang Cao.
The good painter wanted Averie to have it as he thought it was the second-best piece he had ever drawn.
He was impressed by Averie’s portrayal of Asmodeus Binsfeld, and perhaps he harbored a hope that his role in Director Groux’s film would do justice to its inspiration.
"If I had any more time on earth, I would have loved to draw you," he had said to Averie, as the latter clutched the wrapped gift.
The actor couldn’t come up with a reply. What was he to say, anyway?
Death made men weak, but the regret of an artist was far greater than the fear of relinquishing life.