Hiraeth

Chapter Thirty-two

Two years ago

“Are you Polaris Marquez? The famous painter?” someone asks right before I get out of my car. I wear only eyeglasses to conceal my face somehow, so it isn't surprising that they recognize me.

In my two years, I have been painting things that I still vividly remember in the other world. It makes me take a grip on myself and not lose my sanity when I am close to losing it. It doesn't take a few years to get recognition in this field. People love my paintings because they feel different emotions when they see them.

“Yes, I am,” I answer, flashing a warm smile.

“Can we take a picture?” she asks again, slightly blushing.

I get closer to her, and with a quick click, I move a few steps away.

“Thank you!” she beams.

I nod and continue walking, hoping that no one will recog