Rewriting My Heart's Fate

The mysterious art gallery that intrigued all was opened at a place like this. Not only that, this place had closed down and had ended up in ruins. I stood before the ruins and felt a flurry of emotions.

The sun shone through the thin layer of clouds onto what was once a land filled with art, but it could no longer light up the dusty, forgotten memories.

In the rubble, the broken infrastructure told a story of its former glory and current desolated state. Every brick seemed to tell a story unknown to many.

As I slowly walked through the ruins, the rubble and the weeds that had grown seemed to tell of the unforgivingness of time.

The wall outside the art gallery may have collapsed but the inner structure of the building was still intact. What was once walls filled with masterpieces were now just filled with specked traces of what it was like it was trying to call out silently to its former glory.

I tried to find new clues in the ruins, but all I found in the end was an old photo album worn out by time.

Only one photo was clear in that album. It was my mother's wedding photo from all those years ago.

In that photo, my mom had a bright, bashful smile and her eyes gleamed with hope for the future. She nestled by Jack's side, and they both looked so young, so full of life.

At that moment, it was almost like I had traveled back in time and had witnessed that pure, beautiful love with my own eyes.

the photo was one colored with complex emotions

strong desire arose in my heart to know more about this piece of history, so I could unveil the mystery behind it

not be able to say much, but I knew

consideration, I've still returned to this-I planned

day I planned to do that had bad weather, like it was

journey I was about to

it scooped up some fallen leaves and danced them around

tightened the collar of my clothes and went on my path to the prison. My heart was filled with anticipation

prison door was heavy and cold. Every time it opened and closed, it seemed to announce the boundary

pulled myself together, and

with occasional sounds of metal doors opening and closing, and low murmuring conversation breaking through

en

the prison guards and went through barred, metal gates until I finally

the place where I would meet Jack