All Chapters of Alone In A Foreign Land: Chapter 11

All he knew was that every time he left flowers, he would stand across the street, staring at that glass door for a long time. Until one day, he noticed a poster stuck on the door. It had a photo of me holding a camera, smiling brightly.Below it read, “Kaia Paul Photography Solo Exhibition—The World I See is opening next Saturday at 3 p.m.”Mark stood across the street, staring at the poster, his heart skipping a beat.On the day of the opening, the exhibition space was packed. By the time Mark arrived, the gallery was already crowded. Rows of photographs—portraits, landscapes, spontaneous street shots—covered the walls. Each photo stated the time and place it was taken.The earliest ones were from five years ago. They were of fallen leaves in the park, sunsets over the bridge, and an old man playing violin in the subway. However, one photo stood out. It was a man in a white shirt, backlit, standing on a tree-lined campus path. It was him, the day they first met.Mark lingered in