Everything that had happened yesterday, on that restaurant where Asher finally told me everything about him, was still fresh on my mind. Though even if that was the case, it felt like I fully believed in him, and I did not need to think about it the whole time. It seems like even though that painting and that clock that he showed me was the only thing that he showed to prove that he was indeed from another world, I still believed in him and my mind was not worried about anything anymore.
I let out a sigh as I sat on my bed, before I looked at that painting again, which was on a frame now because for me, I finally realized the importance of that painting. I finally realized that it was not just a mere painting that some old stranger gave to me, but it held a deeper meaning than that.
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