Briefly, Ours

Have you ever wondered what it feels like to fall in love, knowing it won't last?

I have spent most of my life behind the tall gates of our mansion. I isolate myself in my room with my books, my canvases, and everything that's been with me since I can remember. At the back of the mansion is a hill I sometimes visit when I need fresher air. But I always return to my little private space inside, afraid that I might enjoy life and lose myself in it.

It has always been like this.

I thought only paintings had color, that everything had its own certain shades. But when he came, everything slowly began to feel different.
For the first time, I wanted more than this small, sheltered world.

But there are things you don't know, things I can't bring myself to say. Loving him was never supposed to happen, not when I already know how my story ends.

And still, I let it.

I let myself fall between sunsets and sunrises. I let myself pretend that forever was something I could reach, even if I know that what's between us is only brief.