I'm Naveed, a proud Florent, and I shall be reviewing this wonderful piece of yours!
This is the story of a girl who is wooed by a painting, on her visit to Paris, and is thrown back into a flashback of a past life, it seems.
Art can have such an effect on people. People are moved by music, writing, poetry scenery, paintings, beauty and such little things, but if you actually come to think about it, it's not logical at all.
What I Liked the Most:
The other side of the war that you've presented. Reading about it was thought provoking, to say the least.
What Can be Improved:
I have a couple of suggestions to give regarding the structures of a couple of sentences. I might be mistaken, though.
"I knew I needed protection from more than the sun, but it was no use."
This sentence just struck me as...odd. It might be a flaw in the sentence structure, or it might be my mere ignorance—I can't decide. If it's the latter, I apologize for bringing this up.
"That painting that calls to me even today, more than a century later, as surely as if the loss of my love happened yesterday and all I need do is ask and he will stay."
The sentence would sound better without it, don't you think?
What I'll Remember:
"Throughout that life, I was haunted by regret for the loss and regret that I did not swallow my pride and beg him not to go."
Ego is the one of the biggest flaws in humans, I feel.