Rewriting My Heart's Fate

The owner of the art gallery smiled and looked at me kindly. Then, as he shared heartfeltly about the past, I learned about the truth.

My mother and Mr. Reuben Fraser, who was the owner of this art gallery, knew each other from that serene little town. They were not just neighbors, but they played an important role in each other's life growing up. Mr. Fraser was passionate about art from a very young age, whereas my mother had a magical touch where she could transform emotions into beautiful, scenic art pieces.

Their friendship had transformed into a very close bond of mutual understanding and rapport over the passage of time.

"Hilda's talents were a gift from the heavens. Her art wasn't just a combination of lines and colors, but also a true reflection of what she was feeling inside."

Mr. Fraser's words were filled with nothing but admiration and fond remembrance of my mother's talents, but I sensed that there was something more to that.

"She once told me that every piece of her art was a love letter she had left to the world, hoping that someone else would understand the story beyond her art."

I stood quietly in front of Town in Morning Glow and through her art, I could almost feel the serenity and warmth my mother was feeling at that time.

Tears blurred my vision once more, but this time, it was from how moved and liberated I felt.

we're both from a small town and had tried our very best to get to where we were from the village, we treasured our relationship very much. At that time, we were

this. However, after looking at the adoration in

very talented and capable. I didn't wish to restrain such an outstanding person

person lived a wonderful life, instead of obstructing their path to a greater

left our village, we all had different dreams, so, we

surprise was that Mr. Fraser had gone with others to try and make

because he knew that my mother wasn't able

merely wanted to help

he used all he could, even if it may not

was the happiest time of my life. Later on, I found out that that night was the last time we could

he sunk into his memories.

from his desk, and placed it

me. She said that if you'd ever appear,

he had passed to me was