Drawing was always more than a job to you. There was more to it than people could understand. Though for some reasons, you were now drawing your last portrait.

It needed to be special. You added details through the process everyday, unaware that it was actually infusing life into your last art.

That day, you could swear you saw movements while working on it. The eyes of the boy on the canvas looked at you like through a window, before blinking. "I think I'd like my eyes a bit brighter."