After a pause, she looked around the studio at all the paintings and continued, "Your feelings for me are nothing but an obsession. You've been looking for me all these years because of the promise we had when we were young. That's what human beings are like–the harder it is to get something, the more we want to get it, so much so that you unknowingly cast the object of your desire on a pedestal. The truth is there's nothing special about me at all. I'm just an ordinary woman."

As she spoke, she turned to the man standing beside her–Jackson. Then, she raised the hand that he was not holding and hooked it around the nape of his neck.

The look on his face turned ever more somber as he watched her reaching up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

She had made the first move to kiss him, and he was moved to receive her kiss.

His eyes turned darker, but he slowly closed his eyes and responded to her kiss.

They had no idea how much time had passed, but in the end, she finally end