Amara’s POV
A week later,
But here I am, continuing to live the life I chose for myself, even though I haven't seen Parker in a while.
Despite my best efforts, I still can't bring myself to paint anything on the empty canvas in the corner. Yes, I am pursuing a Bachelor of Fine Arts in painting, but I still feel something is missing—or maybe it's just Parker. I thought I would be happy to do the art and paint I love, but I still felt sad and kept looking everywhere for him. I wanted to see him so bad that it hurt my heart that he wouldn't return to see me because I kept pushing him away.
“Hi…”
I looked up and saw Mia with a broad smile, “Yes, it’s me!”
“Oh my! You… you’re here.” I said softly in shock.
“I finally took my dream course,” she said as she poked my nose. “Guess what?
