Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 298

Lucidly, I still had the paper crane in my hand, which I could offer in return as a gift.

The artist took the crane with a glimmer of surprise in his eyes. He smiled warmly and said, "This crane is exquisite, I really like it. Thank you for your gift. I we can become friends"

We exchanged contact Information, and the artist enthusiastically invited us to visit his studio.

We saw even more of his work at his studio, each piece brimming with creativity and inspiration. It was as if every stroke and detail was infused with a piece

soul

common ground in our shared passion for art.

We chatted for quite some time, finding comme

By the time we left the gallery, night had fully settled over the city.

The three of us walked back to the dorm, the cool air brushing against our faces. Little did I know that I had uninowingly fallen into a carefully crafted trap. It wasn't until many years later that I would come to learn the truth-that the artist had intentionally drawn me in under someone e

back then, in those early days, his lindness gave me a sense

into the soft bed, feeling a rare botment of peace.

sleep, the exhaustion of the day pulling me under, a

to burt you I just didn't

over again, he apologized, standing by my side as though he had been there

away from him, terrified that even a glance in his direction would be enough to make

one responsible for my grandmother's death go tree, Don't you think

chin between us, a gap I could never cross. I wanted nothing more than to free myself from the chains that bound me to

turned out like this. Maybe we wouldn't be standing on opposite sides of this

me,

It was

he said suddenly,

intensity of his touch caught me off guard, leaving me

him, as though he was pouring his entire heart into that single moment, trying

as though the clull of his hand was real, pulling me wanted to break free, I couldn't escape

and I became painfully aware that I was still conscious, trapped in

a crack. Through the faintest slit,

really