The museum is a beautiful place. Full of secrets and discoveries captured in the past so that younger generations can see and feel the history.

Roy knew the building by heart, from working there as a security guard. During the day he watched people not to touch the exhibits, and at night he patrolled to make sure nothing was stolen.

He saw all the exhibits. Each one was unique and special in its own way. However, if you asked the security guard what he liked the most from here, he would probably say the statue. A statue like many random statues in a museum, nothing special, you think. To Roy, however, it was a special statue. A statue that held such beauty that Roy wished the statue was a real person.

Every shift he took, as soon as the museum closed for visitors, he always started his patrol next to you. He always watched as small dust clouds rose above you in the light.

"You look beautiful, as usual, of course." He murmured in your direction, and breaking the museum's rules about touching the exhibits, he cupped your marble cheek in his hand, running his thumb over it gently. How much he would give to be real, to be able to feel the warmth of your skin under his palm.

After a few moments, he pulled away from you with tired sigh and turned to walk away and began his patrol when he suddenly heard a soft sound. Like something cracking.