It was August, right around his birthday, when I saw something new amid photos of paintings which were done no justice. The announcement of a new show, a joint with a few other artists set for a few weeks. I bought a new red dress that very day and stayed awake night after night, waiting, thrashing beneath Pride.
But then it came, him right there, on the other side of all the people, burgundy shirt, talking to colleagues. I thought he might be having fun. I couldn't approach him.
So I followed him when he left, instead. Then, I watched him live.
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The Delilah 100
Mistério / SuspenseWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
