Jayden
Two months and two weeks had passed since I last saw Allison. The ache within me still lingered, a constant reminder of what I had lost. It felt like a piece of me had been ripped away, leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled.
But I knew it was for the best. We had to sever ties, for I was toxic to her happiness. I was the guy who could never have her, and it was better for her to stay away from me.
I stood in my small exhibition, surrounded by vibrant hearts and canvas artwork that seemed to pulsate with life. The air was alive with the gentle hum of conversation, the soft laughter of strangers, and the occasional gasp of admiration. Couples strolled hand-in-hand, their eyes scanning the artwork with wonder. Children pointed excitedly, their tiny hands grasping for thei
