  A Piece Missing From the Final Picture
      The art opening was everything Rosie could have imagined and more. She was occupied all night long with guests and friends, meeting new people and talking about her art for hours. She felt like she was living in a movie. Everything was perfect.
      &quot;Oh, Rosie...&quot; Tamara walked over to her cousin when Rosie had finally gotten a minute alone, not having a dozen people already talking to her.
      Rosie narrowed her eyes suspiciously, noticing the mischievous smirk on Tamara's face. &quot;What did you do?&quot;
      Tamara gasped dramatically. &quot;Why do you always thin I'm up to something?&quot;
      Rosie laughed lightly, quirking an eyebrow. &quot;Because you are.&quot;
      Tamara heaved out an exaggerated breath. &quot;Fine. There is someone here to see you.&quot;
      Rosie's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Her h

  All Roads Lead to Home
      16 MONTHS LATER
      Rosie's art career had grown to be quite successful. After her first showing, she gained a lot of attraction and with the help of the contacts she had made, she continued to grow a client-base who commissioned her for personal art pieces. The more her art got noticed, the more people would reach out to her. She had already had some of her work displayed at multiple different exhibitions in numerous cities.
      She was doing more than well enough for herself.
      She had now gotten her degree and stopped working for Eloise. She was on her own, continuing to build her career in the art world.
      Paris had become home to her. She made friends, she had a boyfriend, the small town she lived in knew all about her - as if she was the town's very own celebrity. The town was small and well connected, everything at a walking distance. She

  Words of Goodbye
      Tamara offered Anthony a comforting smile, squeezing his shoulder lightly before walking out of Rosie's room and leaving him with the letter Rosie had left for him.
      Anthony took a long time, just staring at the envelope.
      He was afraid to open it, afraid to read whatever Rosie had written him. He didn't know if he was ready to read it, reading to hear her goodbye.
      The goodbye was what scared him.
      He wasn't ready to say goodbye but reading this letter would somehow make it all more real.
      After what felt like a very long time of blankly staring at the envelope, Anthony opened it. He was filled with swirling emotions that he couldn't pinpoint. He was overwhelmed and feeling many conflicting feelings all at once.
      &quot;Anthony,
      Maybe I am a coward for writing a letter instead of saying goodbye directly to your face. I'm afraid

A Piece Missing From the Final Picture
      The art opening was everything Rosie could have imagined and more. She was occupied all night long with guests and friends, meeting new people and talking about her art for hours. She felt like she was living in a movie. Everything was perfect.
      &quot;Oh, Rosie...&quot; Tamara walked over to her cousin when Rosie had finally gotten a minute alone, not having a dozen people already talking to her.
      Rosie narrowed her eyes suspiciously, noticing the mischievous smirk on Tamara's face. &quot;What did you do?&quot;
      Tamara gasped dramatically. &quot;Why do you always thin I'm up to something?&quot;
      Rosie laughed lightly, quirking an eyebrow. &quot;Because you are.&quot;
      Tamara heaved out an exaggerated breath. &quot;Fine. There is someone here to see you.&quot;
      Rosie's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Her heart momentarily raced, not knowing who Tamara could be referring to, but, she didn't get to be

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