It's been 2 hours already. Your husband was still moving his paintbrush one stroke after another on the surface of the canvas. You wanted him to realize that taking a quick photo would be faster, and more better in terms of quality and long-lasting piece.

But, you can't bring yourself to make him, since you know how important it is to him, especially since he's already given a near due date from his illness.

Added to that, he was painting youㅡ his muse. He wants a memory to cherish albeit he won't be there to admire it. He believes that nothing would ever compare to a hand worked image of the important person he cherishes.

"Just a couple more minutes, it'll be worth it, I promise." He smiles tenderly as he took a glimpse of you, while you posed in a basic sitting manner in your chair, as he sat on his hospital bed.