It was a particularly busy evening in the gallery as a new contemporary art exhibition was being prepared. The space was filled with the hum of voices, the clinking of glasses, and the smell of fresh paint. Emily was busy poring over lists, checking the lighting and making notes on her clipboard. But with each passing minute, her attention slipped more and more to Sebastian's figure against the opposite wall.
He was talking to the curator, but it was as if he sensed her gaze - he turned for a moment, caught her eyes, and smiled slightly. A quick, almost invisible gesture. And it was enough to make something in his chest tremble.
Later, already in the silence of the closed gallery, it was just the two of them. Emily approached a painting that had recently been brought in from a private collection. The one with the drawbridge under a full moon.
- Strange, isn't it? - she said quietly, examining the details. - If they really love each other... why does that millimeter remain?
Sebastian stood beside her, not touching her, but as if he were an extension of her thoughts.
- Sometimes that millimeter is bigger than the ocean," he said, "and scarier than the fall.
Emily shuddered slightly. She wanted to ask what exactly he meant, but his voice dissolved into the sounds of the nighttime city, the faint hum of the ventilation, her own breathing.
Late that night, already at home, Emily called Sarah, an old friend they'd lost contact with after Emily's father died.
- Just tell me," she breathed into the phone, "can it be real.... if it's so scary?
- Fear isn't a sign of lying, Em. It's a sign that you're on the verge of something important," came the reply. - You're not running away, are you?
- Not yet. But I'm not moving.
The next morning, Sebastian unexpectedly asked her to go to an auction in Boston with him as a gallery representative. It was a step to a new level. In business. And perhaps in feelings. Emily had agreed. But the slight cold feeling from the previous evening still lingered between them. Like that millimeter on the bridge.
By purchasing my books you can help me take care of my family after my father's death and pay for my mother's treatment and house.!
Emily Sinclair wasn't looking for love — especially not this kind.
Sebastian Knight, a powerful gallery owner used to hiding emotions behind paintings and contracts, had survived his own ruins.
Chance brought them together. Art brought them closer.
He became her shelter when everything was falling apart.
She became his light when he no longer believed in light.
And what broke them — was what they never dared to say out loud.
Three years later, Emily finds the painting they once shared — thought lost forever — and with it, the message he left on the back.
A message that might be a farewell… or a second chance.
Now she must return to the place where the light once ended — and silence began.
But love doesn't always save.
Sometimes it vanishes with the night, leaving only an afterglow in memory
and a few lines written on the back of a canvas.
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