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We were both quiet as we finished the rest of class. The designs popped even more after they’d been dunked in a solution, and I knew how that felt. This week with Harper had been like that baptism, and I didn’t think I could go back to the life I’d known before. But I wasn’t sure I had another choice.

The fabrics were stretched out to dry, the colors even more vibrant and striking. Harper spoke about photography, comparing it to the process of developing film. And I fell a little more under her spell.

When the fabrics were finally dry, I folded mine carefully and went to hand it to Harper, only to realize she was doing the same. We smiled at each other, and it was a bittersweet moment. An acknowledgment of what was to come.

“I made this for you,” she said. “To say thank you for this amazing vacation. The mandala can also be a symbol of joy and healing, and you’ve definitely given me that this week.”

I nodded, accepting the fabric from her. “Grazie, uccellina. Ne farò tesoro.” I will treasure it, like I will treasure this time I had with you.

“This is for you,” I said, handing her my batik. “I choose the birds-of-paradise to represent my nickname for you. But also because they are a symbol of paradise, freedom, and joy. All things you’ve given me this week.”

She smiled and quickly wiped away a tear. “Thank you, Enzo. I’ve loved every minute of our time together.”

“Even the accident?” I teased, wrapping my arm around her waist to support her as we made our way back to the car.

“Okay. Maybe not that, but everything else. And I can’t be too upset, considering what came out of it.”

I nodded. I knew exactly what she meant. I could never regret our time together, even if I hated to see it end. She’d given me the mandala for a reason, and I needed to accept the message. It would soon be time to move on.