GoodNovelChapter 297 At the center of the plaza stood a massive sculpture illuminated by the surrounding lights. It was shaped like a maple lea spirit of the country. ng the unique culture and Excited as always, Gabrielle took out her phone and began snapping I g pictures of the sculpture and the surrounding scenery.
The peaceful, joyful atmosphere of the place started to rub off on me, and for the first tin a long while, I felt a sense of calm and happiness.
"Aren't you going to take sphotos? You can show your friends how beautiful it is here. The shots will cout great!" Gabrielle said, showingsof h photos, her tace beaming with excitement Het enthusiasm was contagious, and I thought of Lyla She had always been so supportive, and I wanted to share this moment with her too, "Alright, I'll take a e påctures, but I'm not great at photography, I replied with a smile.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWe spent the next few minutes walking, stopping now and then to capture moments on our phones. Before long, I started feeling tired and decided to put my phone away.
The three of us sat down in a quiet corner of the plaza, chatting and taking in the sights of this foreign country at night.
We'd already explored so much and seen so many beautiful things, There was as something invigorating about venturing into the unknown, filling us with youthful energy and excitement. just as I was about to take in another deep breath of the crisp night air, I caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance. My heart skipped a brat. Was that Erhan? It could be could it? Even here, in this foreign land, I couldn't escape him.
1 "Are you okay, Eve? You look a little pale. Did something happen?" Gabrielle asked, noticing my discomfort.
1 blanked and nibbed my eyes, trang to focus, but when I looked again, there was no sign of him. I must have imagined it.
I wiped my eyes and took another look in the direction where I thought I'd seen him. Nothing. It was just my mind playing tricks on me.
Ithan had haunted my thoughts for so long, dominating my youth with a love that had becso tangled with pain. I had given him the best years of my life, those Umocent and naive years where I had believed love could conquer anything.
But first loves often end in sadness, and now the love I once had for him was buried deep, slowly turning into something darker.
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sgoexplore smore." We stood up and continued walking, eager to see what else this charming city had to offer toon, the light i of a small art gallery cought our attention. The walls outside the gallery were adorned with bright, abstract paintings, almost as if they were lowriting us in to experience the wonders with
Carlos, we entered the gallery, where we were greeted by pieces-oil paintingsection of art sculptures, photography. Each piece was filled with passion,
An we moved through the gallery, immersing ourselves in the emotions and stories each piece conveyed, it felt like we had entered a world of magic where art and 1 was losing myself in the am, a young artist approached nie I know we don't kneachother, but I think you're very beautiful. I'd like to give you a rose," he he said, offering ine a blooming rose.
The young artist had long brown hair and a stylish appearance. His sudden gesture caughtoft guard, and I felt a little taken aback by his boldness.
Phad a lushit of folding papercranes whenever I found myself being in pokleppened have one in peace, and I happened to my pocket. It was a small token, but offering it in rachunge for his kindness felt rela
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