Book Chapter11.

I rented a place and started painting on the streets.

Thanks to my grandmother's influence, I was quite good at it.

Every day, I'd sit by the riverbank, listening to music and painting.

It was truly relaxing and liberating.

I had come to realize that belonging doesn't necessarily mean marriage.

I am my own sense of belonging.

During my first week in England, I met a painting partner.

He was an Italian named Luca Romano, handsome and three years older than

me.

He claimed to be an artist who had traveled across the country to paint.

He found this lifestyle very free and unrestrained.

He admired my work and we had great conversations.

closer, spending our days painting

a week, Ryan found

not far off, watching

that shortly after I left, Ryan had practically scoured the entire city

had been searching

didn't even care about Lana

didn't understand who he loved he couldn't let go of me while being ambiguous with

walked over

you

was trembling; I had never seen him so desperate

satisfying, after all,

who had wronged

who venet

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it really wasn't like that

pregnant; she was lying

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I yelled.

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