I guess I am born again! In my last birth I was Dorian Gray, a character Oscar Wilde gave birth to. Born again as a girl who perfectly understands the life that Dorian Gray lived. People called me a coward, which meant I dint live the life I was meant to. Only I know that wasn’t true. When Henry told me how precious youth was, all I wanted to do was to preserve it, and that is what I did. I preserved my portrait which Basil my best friend painted. I dint grow old after that, but my picture did.I killed Basil with my own hands! He was my best friend and I had the right to. But I killed Sibyl, my love, which killed me in turn. She killed herself, for I had killed the love we had. I was left alone, I thought of tearing apart the picture that captured the youth or the power of me. I killed me not realizing that the picture was actually me!
I’m born again as a girl. A second chance to life I must say, but here again, I’m trying to preserve the youth that’s fading away. Before living my youth, I’m thinking about how I will let it leave me. Is this life or just mere rebirth?
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it , Resist it and the soul grows sick with longing." The temptation called youth, just isnt letting me live!
