There's a certain kind of silence that fills the air right before a heart breaks. It's quiet, almost serene, like the pause between two breaths, before everything changes.
Milda stood at the edge of the gallery, her fingers grazing the cold glass of the window, eyes fixed on the world outside. The city below moved in its usual rhythm-cars rushing by, pedestrians hurrying to nowhere in particular. But inside, the air was thick with the weight of her decision.
How had it come to this? How had she allowed herself to get so lost between the lines of truth and lies? It wasn't supposed to end this way. Yet, there she was, standing on the precipice of two lives she could no longer balance-one built on familiar comforts, the other on a passion she hadn't been ready to admit.
The painting on the wall across from her was one she'd admired many times before-bold, chaotic strokes of red and gold. It had drawn her in the night she met him. Josh. The one who had turned her world upside down without even trying. She had tried to keep her distance, to maintain the barriers she thought protected her, but Josh had seen through them, unraveling her piece by piece until there was nowhere left to hide.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, the sound echoing in the stillness. She didn't need to look to know who it was. The choice she had to make was clear, but the consequences were something she wasn't sure she could bear.
As she turned away from the window, her thoughts swirling like the colors on the canvas, Milda realized something. The truth didn't just set you free. It broke you first.
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RandomMilda, a graphic designer, has always kept her heart at a distance, anchored in a long-distance relationship. But when she meets Josh, an enigmatic artist, their undeniable connection forces her to confront the secrets she's been hiding. As passion...
