It happened while he was wandering through the streets of London. An aristocrat was walking across the street. Even from a distance he didn’t miss her beauty. The red curls hanging lightly over her shoulders, the light blue eyes that could never be forgotten, the pale white skin and pink cheeks and the slight pout that covered her lips. The expensive white dress covering her body, the black gloves covering her hands and the large black hat with a blue feather didn’t do her beauty any justice. She was too exotic to be true.

He rushed home as if he had been dreaming. He picked up his brush and didn’t waste a single second. He started with her face, her lovely blue eyes that were emblazoned in his mind, her lips, and the red beautiful curls. He lost himself in completing that painting. Day in and day out, he was working on the lady of his dreams. He wanted it to be perfect and absolutely flawless. It was only a matter of time when she was in front of him.

After completing his master work in 3 weeks he had dark circles under his eyes, a clear sign of sleepless nights. He named her Isabella William after his name, Edward William.

It was close to midnight when he decided to sleep. He woke up with a jerk to see her sitting beside him on the bed and touching his lips lightly. He blinked and she was gone. A dream he thought to himself. Next morning he woke up to find the painting where he had left it. But at night the same thing happened, and it kept on until he was convinced that she was real.

Everyday he would anxiously wait for midnight to be with her, to spend every minute and every second with her. To be able to talk to her, be close to her, to get to know her. They were madly in love when reality struck her and she told him that this year at the time of eclipse she will be locked into this painting forever unless if he, himself could find a blue and green necklace buried deep inside the ocean.

Time was passing quickly and he would do everything in his power to find that necklace which was the decisive factor of his future with Isabella. He was away from the house for two weeks. He came back with dark yes but with a smile on his face.

Time was slipping through their fingers like sand. They were lost in each others eyes and for a moment time stopped. He slowly put his right hand in his pocket while looking deeply into her eyes to take out the necklace. But then it happened, every thing was ruined as the necklace felt hard on the floor and the pearls scattered. He bent down to pick them up but she slowly took his hand and brought him face to face and said, ‘I will look at you every second of the day and every night until the paint on my lips starts to fade, until the blush on my cheeks disappear and until I loose my sight. I will be yours always’.

The artist was stoned as she elegantly went back into the painting to look at him smilingly and with love. She couldn’t move and couldn’t speak only her gaze fixed on him. His black hair grew grey; he lived his life looking into his beloved’s eyes that held his gaze so strongly that he could do nothing else. He was hers, forever.