Josan
Rona stood in a corner of the gallery, silently gazing at the paintings, feigning preoccupation to escape the clamor of the other attendees. The years had bestowed upon her a serenity bordering on mystery, a confidence that concealed untold stories. Suddenly… she felt a familiar stare. She turned slowly, and her eyes met his… Josan's. Time seemed to freeze for a moment. He hadn't changed much, but something heavy was etched on his features… as if the years had left their mark on his gaze before his face. As for her, she appeared stronger than ever, more cautious. He approached hesitantly and said softly, "Hello, Rona… it's been a long time." She replied calmly, "Yes… longer than I expected." A heavy silence fell between them, filled with unforgettable memories. They exchanged a few words about work and life, formal words that masked a storm of old emotions. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "An apology doesn't change the past… but perhaps it lightens its burden." Silence prevailed
About Josan
Rona stood in a corner of the gallery, silently gazing at the paintings, feigning preoccupation to escape the clamor of the other attendees. The years had bestowed upon her a serenity bordering on mystery, a confidence that concealed untold stories. Suddenly… she felt a familiar stare. She turned slowly, and her eyes met his… Josan's. Time seeme...Read more