if an artist has fallen in love, believe that the person who made him fall is eternal, in his creation.

sheets of paper that every page is full of you, the canvas lying in Fidelis room is also you. You are in his every sketches.

But yet they are still unmatched. Still, the real one is you. But he can't reach out for you, letting his fantasies futfil it instead. He was too afraid of rejection.