Chapter 192

Megan's POV

The atmosphere within the whole studio was silent, very silent after the buzz of activities of the past few days. Personally, I felt as if I appreciated the serenity when looking at the mural, my eyes reading the very detail. We put our hearts into it. Every brushstroke, every color, told something—a piece of the past unraveled.

The door creaked open, and Max entered, the room filling with his essence and its familiar warmth. He looked at the mural and then my way, his lips playing with a soft smile.

"H-hey, Megan," he greeted, breaking the heavy silence.

"Hey, Max," I answered through my smile. "I can't believe we actually finally finished it."

"I know," he replied, stepping closer. "It feels surreal, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," I agreed, feeling so full up with pride and nostalgia. "We really did it."

Max and I only got closer over months, between our equal passions for art and that journey in my grandmother's past, w