You were convinced that you were at the lowest point of your life , after losing your mother and failing to pass the medical entrance exam required for enrolling in surgery yet again .

You seemed lost .

Utterly , truly lost and exhausted.

But even at times like this something like art always helped . Something that you could always fall back on . You have been through a fair share of galleries now , since good times never really seemed to come and now was no different .

Perhaps it was luck or fate , who knows but when you found a ticket to an art exhibition stray on the street , your happiness was over the moon .

Now here you were at the gallery staring at this one piece in the gallery which caught your eye the most .

It was a painting of a rose , painted half bloomed and half writhing even through the still painting the artist painted the petals in such way that they almost felt like they were falling in real time . The painting reminded you of something. You . The writhing petals being all those years you spent studying and missing out on your youth , only to fail the medical entrance exam to enroll in surgery yet again . The writhed part of the rose being the you that wants to give up , the other bloomed part of the rose being the you that wants to keep going , keep trying until you become the surgeon you have always wanted to . The colour of the writhed half of the rose was a darker and heavier shade of red . Heavier just like your regret of not spending enough time with your mom . Regret of not holding her enough . Regret of not being able to make her proud while she lived .

The art hit too close to home .

Tears formed in your eyes as you continued to stare at the painting when an unfamiliar voice interuppted you .

" Quite exquisite isn't it ? "

A rough and deep voice spoke from beside you .

Your head snapped to the side as you took in the sight of large, tall and muscular man beside you , his hands behind his back as he stared at the painting along with you .