She went to the address given…
It looked like a regular building to her. There was absolutely nothing special about it.
Curiously, she held onto the key that had been inside and unlocked the door. Turning the knob slowly, she poked her head inside the room and gasped loudly.
It was an art studio. Paints and canvases and chairs…everything had been set up in the room.
With uncontained excitement, she wandered around the room with fascination. A letter caught her eye; making her way over to it, she took the letter and read it—
It was from Michael.
An unpleasant feeling settled in her chest, but she didn’t let it stay long. If Michael had really put all this effort and money and thought into setting all this up for her, she ought to feel happy and thankful towards him.
Pulling out a piece of parchment from the newly put in paper holder, she grabbed one of her brushes and painted her letter back to him.
Dear Michael—
Thank you for everything.
Really.
I know we ended on the wrong foot (partially because of me), but I’m sorry for the way I acted. Thank you for everything.
Go on and be someone else’s Superman now.
Sincerely,
Susan
