when she least expected it, capturing her essence with strokes of his pencil. Emma, in turn, painted scenes of Paris that reflected their budding romance-the soft

yer of color to their story. They shared dreams of traveling the world together, of finding insp

ork in a month, her internship at a prestigious art gallery waiting for her. The thought of lea

eemed muted with melancholy. Lucas and Emma spent their final days together i

ts, overlooking the glittering city skyline. The air was thick with unspo

y whispered, his voice barely audible ov

in her eyes. "Neither do I," she admi

n that fleeting moment, they knew they had a choice to make-succumb to the distance