Sierra’s POV
Arthur left soon after. I was able to change the topic even though both topic hurts, one certainly hurt more than the other. I had let Vance make me hate the sight of my paintings. Or maybe hate was a big word.
I could not stand seeing them. It always reminded me of what I left behind. At the time, I held the peaceful family as my consolation for my fallen dream, but now I had nothing. The fear of it still deeply rooted in my mind.
Mr. Brian always praised my work. He said I could replace him, possibly work side by side with him, but I did not want to. I wanted to start something for myself. Be independent, but I fell in love and left it all behind.
I thought I could live without it but every day, I have been filled with regret, yet I could never pick up a brush again. Des
