Ellie liked drawing since she was a teenager. When you two started dating she'd always draw you and write poems about you.

She never let you see them though. She observed you, every breath you'd take was important for her.

She started to work on a painting. You were the painting. Ellie was dumbfounded in seeing you looking at it. She forgot to lock the door.

"Do you like it?" She muttered as she tried to decipher your expression. The painting wasn't finished but most of it was.