I didn't know Chad turned Aurespring upside down looking for me.Mistormere was where Heather had wanted to go. She hadn't made it, but I did.Walking its fading streets, I felt like I was Heather.No one knew I studied painting, not out of passion. I did it to be more like her, and that made me feel closer to Chad.By some twist, Heather gave up painting halfway, while I ended up the one hailed as a genius whose work spoke.The decade I was married to Chad was when my art peaked. Now dozens of my paintings hung in Mistormere's biggest gallery.I drifted there for nearly half a month, only visiting the exhibition on its last day.As expected, it was quiet.Wrapped in my coat, I lingered at each piece.I passed "Burning" and "Caged Bird", stopping at "Bloom". Someone stood beside me, his eyes set on the withered girl's face in the painting."Bloom. Fueled by life, but just a moth's futile dance with fire," he chuckled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.His gaze, looking th
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