HAZEL STYLES POV

TWO WEEKS LATER

UMBRA ART EXHIBITION

My art stood at the very center of the gallery and I watched, my heart swelling with pride each time people gathered around the painting to take it in.

Staring at swirls of color, I knew exactly what each represented. It was all the turmoil I went through for two weeks of trying to figure Riven out.

I wondered if they could see it. The confusion, the longing, and ultimately the anger.

Julian had said my art was trash, and I ...