Ethan
I hesitated just outside the door, hearing faint music pouring out from inside. For a second, I thought about turning back, about leaving things the way they’ve been. But deep down, I knew nothing would change if I didn’t make the first move. If I didn’t take the risk now, this distance between us will keep growing, and I couldn’t let that happen. Not anymore.
I knocked a few times, and after a brief pause, I heard a soft “come in.”
When I stepped inside, I was struck by how different the room looked compared to the last time I saw it. The once-cluttered space has been transformed. The boxes were gone, replaced by fabric draped across the floor. Canvases of all sizes lined the walls, some unfinished, some barely started. In the middle of the room was Rose, standing amid a dozen ha
