Chapter 20 The Turning Point

Sabastian's POV: The crisp autumn air bit at my cheeks as I stood before the gallery, a stark contrast to the warmth of the fireplace that had been my constant companion for months. I had been avoiding this, avoiding the vibrant colors and the hushed energy of the art world I once navigated so effortlessly. But today felt different; the weight of my self-imposed exile had become too heavy to bear. I needed to feel something, anything, other than the crushing weight of my solitude.