Page 50 of Painter's Obsession: Volume II
Gabriela
The letter falls from my hand onto the desk.
The tears flow down my face, and I have to cover my mouth to keep myself from screaming.
It’s like the wound has been reopened again—stitched over, but still bleeding. Still aching.
“By,” I sob, just as I feel the softest kick.
My hand instinctively moves to my light.
Byron didn’t know that day... He didn’t only save me. He saved the little boy growing in my womb. And I cry—not angry tears. Not even sad tears. But tears of love. Because I know he meant every word. Because I know I’ll see him again. It might not be tomorrow... But until then, I will continue to spread mylight and his truth. His life will not only be a tragedy. I look down at my swollen stomach and cry tears of happiness.
Today, I set you free, Byron.
And with that... I bring life to your legacy.
My unborn child, who I will name Byron. Like his uncle. The man who protected me. And the man I love most.
“Till we meet again,” I whisper, placing the letter back into the envelope.
Collecting myself, I glance out the window.
The rain begins to fall.
He always cried with me.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel peace.
Real peace.
Knowing it will be okay.
I rise slowly from the desk, fingers brushing over the envelope one last time. I walk to the studio doors—my hand on the knob—and open them wide. The scent of rain seeps in. It’s soft, fresh, and full of promise. Behind me is grief. In front of me—life. And somewhere in between… Byron.
