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.

colored with complex emotions that seemed to speak about the unknown secrets behind this

arose in my heart to know more about this piece

might not be able to say much, but I knew someone

returned to this-I planned to visit Jack

that had bad weather, like it was fated. The skies were

to this journey I was about

the arrival of fall as it scooped up some fallen

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

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

a deep breath, pulled myself together,

doors opening and closing, and low murmuring

en

barred, metal gates

be the place where I would meet Jack