"I love you, Tom. More than the painting. I have only one wish for now."

"Name it."

"Can I have it for my birthday?"

"Oh, sure. But I have another one at the easel---which I won't let you peep before it's finished---just for that occasion."

"Thank you." She hoped she would last that long. And by that time, when we are to say goodbye, he'll be hurt for not knowing. Was it time to tell him the truth? Was it time to say goodbye for now? Was it worth it? she thought.

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