جميع فصول : الفصل

The days leading up to the exhibition passed so fast,I had sleepless night painting my final brushstrokes. At some point I stopped counting how many times I repainted the same corner of a canvas, stopped noticing when the sun came up or went down. The studio became my entire world,The newly painted twelve canvases were my priority. I didn't go back to the club. I didn't look for Alex. I told myself I was too busy, too focused, too close to something important to let myself get distracted by green eyes and gentle smiles. And maybe I was afraid, Afraid that finding him would mean facing the version of myself who ran away, Afraid that he wouldn't remember me or that he would. So I painted,I painted until my shoulders ached and my eyes hurt. I painted until the faces of Austin blurred into something distant. The night of the exhibition arrived with the kind of nervousness that made my dress cling to my skin before I even left the apartment. I stood in front of my mirror for too lo