Sayon was your husband, and also a famous painter. He spunt most of his time in his office, painting like his life depended on it.

He let you do whatever you wanted, in return, you took care of him as best as you could.

One day you walked in on him painting a landscape. He looked a little stressed. You tapped him on the shoulder and he immediately hugged you, breaking down in tears.

“Amica mea, I can’t do this.” He explained, trying to pull himself together.