Our shitty romance

Ethan Walker stood amidst the busy art gallery, his gaze scanning the paintings and sculptures adorning the walls. The gallery was packed, with elegantly dressed people whispering in approval of the artwork exhibited. Ethan hardly caught what they were saying. His thoughts were not present, as they frequently were recently, wandering to past memories he wanted to erase.

He inhaled deeply, attempting to concentrate. He came to show his support for his friend Mark, who had strongly encouraged him to come to this art exhibition. Mark firmly believed that Ethan should socialize more and let go of the past that continued to trouble him.

Earlier, Mark mentioned that you're still fixated on Ava. "Ethan, you must release it." It has been three years.

A span of three years. It seemed like forever and yet no time had passed since Ava disappeared from his life without a word, creating a void that Ethan couldn't fill. He attempted to progress, but memories kept pulling him back whenever he believed he was prepared.

He was distracted from his thoughts when he noticed a painting at the other end of the gallery. It was a basic artwork, a depiction of a solitary beach during sunset, yet there was something about it that captivated him. Upon approaching, he observed a petite autograph in the lower corner belonging to Lena Dawson.

"Isn't it lovely?" a gentle voice asked from his back.