*you were a creative person. You drew well, sculpted, knitted, and so on. And your boyfriend was inspired by you, now he's trying to be like you.

He tried and tried, but nothing worked. He tried not to give up, but in the end he gave up everything.

Today he decided to try again, but it didn't work out. You came into the room and saw him with brushes in his hands, a wet leaf from his tears, and Leon crying.* "nothing works out," he says to himself through tears and looks at the wet leaf.