She is the one by Asheslove (book recommendations for young adults txt) 📕

'But..I admire art' he added.

'It's a great work of Leonardo da Vinchi but its unfinished' Nicolas said.

'Yes.. it is, it is created by him in his last years'. I said taking one stop closer to the painting.

'It shows penitence. He looks like at his end and now he feel contrition for all the actions in his life pricking by conscience. It took him down the depths of his heart remembering those moments but he can't do anything. He is tired, worn out and exhausted now but this repentance won't leave him. He wants it to end but can't because its settled, settled deep inside his soul. He's tired by suffering all his life. It always make my mind curious to know the idea of artist behind it and how he would have end this and how it looked like if it's finished'.

I murmered in a very low voice engaging my mind deeply looking at it. I had seen it many times on internet. I came to know about it when I had to give presentation for art class, that's the first time I saw it on internet and get myself attached. It shows the feeling of sorrow and regret of having done wrong and that's what make it quiet related to myself. When I looked back at what I did, all I saw is guilt and remorse. When my guilt of killing a man is eating me from inside, I started drawing my emotions on sheets to relieve it, to forget it. All my paintings which I used to draw that time show only grief and sorrow in them and that's how my journey as an artist began, before that never in my life I thought I will be an artist.

Repentance is what evicted in the painting from the depth of the heart.

'It's meant to be unfinished' Nicolas said from grave expressions in my shoulder bringing me out of my thoughts.

What does he mean? I looked at his face trying to figure why he said that but his expressions were blank.

We walked further and I kept looking and capturing everything in my head. He stops near a statue. 

'What happened?' I asked.

'You are an artist but you are passing the greatest piece of art. It is praised in the highest terms. It’s a beautiful sculpture' he said looking at the statue pointing at it.

'Laocoon and his sons' I muttered. It was a statue showing a man. A Trojan priest called Laocoon and its two sons attacked by the sea serpents. I already knew about it but I never show interest in it because all it shows is just pain.

'I appreciate the work of artist but... all this shows is pain, agony and suffering, which can never be beautiful Nicolas'

'It shows the truth Tesoro because suffering can be personal or optional, it just walk with pain, agony follows pain but pain is always existent, its reality. I believe in pain, I believe in this statue' he replied lowly tightening his hold around me and led me away from the statue. 

Moving ahead I saw Stefaneschi triptych. I looked at it and my mouth automatically open. 

 'It is said to be the very first realistic portrait in history' I said pointing my finger at it looking at Nicolas, for a second I forget whom I am with but then averted my gaze quickly. He smirked at me.

After it, the saved ascending at the left and damned at right. The crowning of virgin, simple yet elegant painting. The last judgment, the annunciation in which angel Gabriel is approaching to the Virgin Mary to let her know the imminent of Jesus Christ and then the transfiguration. 

'It's the last painting of Raphael' Nicolas said.

'I know, it’s the most beautiful and most divine piece of his work' I replied walking closer to it. I never understand this painting. It’s like the artist itself is guiding you how to look at it by using our own senses so it depends on you how you look at it.

'You know a lot about art, you surely is an artist' he said roaming his fingers in his locks.

'What do you mean? Do you doubt my profession' I asked with raised eyebrow and an irritated angry frown on my face. 

Does he seriously doubt my profession?  He chuckled softly but not said anything and I averted my gaze back to the painting.

'Of course not sweetheart, you are definetely an artist' he replied and it seems more like a mock comment than a reply.

'Hu, I'll prove it to you one day' I replied again fixing my gaze on the painting.

 'I never understand this painting. It speaks a lot.'

'This painting depicts two stories in one. The story of Gospel of Matthew. The upper part depicts Christ and either side is prophets Elijah and Moses. In lower portion the Apostles are depicted trying unsuccessfully, to rid the possessed boy demon. The upper portion shows transfigured Christ, appearing to be performing miracle, cursing the boy from evil. It interpreted as the split between the flaws of men, depicted in the lower half, and the redemptive power of the Christ, in the upper half of the painting. The two figures kneeling to the left of the Christ are the martyrs, Saint Agapitos and Saint Felicissimus, who were deacons seized during the persecutions of Emperor Valerian. Such a masterpiece of art'. He told.

We explored the whole museum. I had already knew about all and I say most of the artifacts and paintings but still few were missing so he told me about them and their stories. It's first time I realized he is doing talking for a long period this casually with me. He knew every corner of the museum like came here many times and without missing anything he showed me each and every part also telling me about few facts which were new for me to learn. 

It was already dusk when we came out. I wanted to rest as my legs were aching but he looked around 'Let's go' and grabbing my hand he quickly drive the car out off the Vatican. 

The car stops in front of a big hotel. We sat in front of a window, him facing me towards outside. 

'Did you reserve the table' I asked looking around. 

'Every table is my table Elena' he said from a sly grin looking at me.