Chapter 275: Bella rediscovering her talent
Bella stepped into the room, and an unexplainable warmth enveloped her. It was as if the space itself recognized her. Her fingers trailed along the edge of the bed.
"This is my room," she mumbled, her hope intensifying. She believed she would soon remember everything.
Her gaze drifted toward the table by the window, where everything was neatly arranged. The pen stand held an assortment of pens and pencils, lined up meticulously. A small stack of sketchbooks rested beside them. A vase of fresh flowers added a touch of life, their delicate fragrance filling the air.
Drawn by an invisible force, Bella reached for a sketchbook and flipped it open. The pages were filled with intricate designs—elegant dresses, detailed patterns, and bold strokes that spoke of creativity and passion.
"These designs..." she whispered, her heart pounding. She didn’t recall ever sketching them, yet a deep part of her knew they were hers.
A sudden urge gripped her. She needed to know if she could still do it. If the artist inside her was truly gone... or merely hidden beneath the veil of lost memories.
Pulling out the chair, she sat down and picked up a pencil. The blank page stared back at her, waiting. Her fingers hesitated, stiff and unfamiliar with the motion. Her mind felt empty, void of inspiration.
’What should I draw?’ she wondered, frustration creeping in.
Tapping the pencil against the paper, she closed her eyes. ’What is the most beautiful dress I would love to wear?’
At first, there was nothing. Just darkness. But then—faintly, slowly—a silhouette began forming in her mind. It was hazy, like a dream slipping through her grasp, yet she clung to it.