Jane Costa Liu | Gang ((install))

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she said, her voice steady, even surprised at herself.

They had three months. They both knew it. Gang’s life was in Shanghai—his aging parents, his research, his students. Jane’s life was here—the gallery, her mother nearby, the city she had rebuilt herself inside. Neither pretended it would be easy. But they also didn’t pretend it wasn’t real. jane costa liu gang

She kissed him then, tasting salt and hope. “I think I’m falling in love with you,”

Jane hung the brush above her desk, next to a photo of them at the beach, Gang’s arm around her waist, both of them laughing at something already forgotten. Gang’s life was in Shanghai—his aging parents, his

Jane stepped closer. “That’s exactly what she intended.”

“Good,” Gang said. “Fear means it matters.”

“I’m scared,” she admitted.