The brush of fate(I-writes) Hani wandered into an art gallery, lost in thought. She hadn't planned to visit, but the crowd drew her in. As she walked through the halls, her phone rang, breaking the spell.

"Hani, where are you? You were supposed to meet me," a voice said.

Hani checked her phone and saw the date: January 3, 2022. Memories flooded back. "Oh, I remember! I'll be right there."

As she continued through the gallery, she breezed past paintings, murmuring, "Nice..." But one piece stopped her in her tracks.

The painting transported her back to December 13, 2019, a day she spent with Jihoon, the love of her life. They strolled through a park, rode swings, and shared a romantic dinner by the river. The painting captured every detail: Jihoon's blue shirt, the sunset, and Hani's white dress.

Tears streamed down her face as she relived the happiness and subsequent tragedy. Jihoon had died in an accident that night.

The painter's voice jarred her back to reality. "I created this piece in memory of a lost love..."

Hani fled, overwhelmed, but found herself in a room filled with canvases. She stumbled upon a hidden painting, covered with a cloth. Uncovering it, she gasped.

This painting, dated December 10, showed the same scene, but with a haunting twist: Hani's white dress was now stained red.

"This can't be," she whispered. "This would ruin everything."

Abruptly, she uncovered another hidden canvas, revealing the accident scene. Hani's world crashed around her.

She rushed out, tears blinding her. "This can't be my memory!" she exclaimed.

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