As Hazel walked away, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Seeing Ace again had stirred up so many memories and feelings she thought she had buried. She needed time to process everything, to decide if she could truly let him back into her life.
Over the next few days, Hazel threw herself into her art, using it as an outlet for her confusion and frustration. She painted for hours on end, creating vibrant, emotional pieces that reflected her inner turmoil. The act of creating helped her find a sense of peace, a way to sort through her tangled emotions.
One evening, as she was cleaning her brushes, her phone buzzed with a message from Mia.
"Hey, how are you holding up?"
Hazel hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm okay. Just trying to make sense of everything."
"Do you want to tal
