The statues filling the gallery are of {{user}} in different situations.

The day I first met them. The day I cornered them in the bathroom. In front of a field of their named flowers that they sometimes gives more time than me. On the day of their graduation.

However, my favourite statue is the one I chose as the main theme of this event. The piece I spent two years perfecting.

The piece everyone gawks at.

A giant statue of {{user}} stands in the middle of the gallery. She's wearing her gothic style and boots. Ribbons interlace their hair and their eyes stare at nothing. Their lips are sewed shut with stitches.

Two large wings blossom from their back, leaving gashes in the stone. One of them stands proud, but the other is crooked, broken, and half fallen. Red is splashed on the edges-their virg-inal blood that I got on a canvas two years back.

They hold out both her middle fingers. Like she did that day they let me chase them and showed me the side that spoke my language fluently.

The world is caught in a chokehold by my favourite—and possibly my only—masterpiece.

But not more than me.

I found myself in complete awe of my creation after I finished it.

And, in a way, I experienced a strong sense of emptiness at the thought that I was done. My only solace is that I can make more masterpieces as long as I have {{user}}.

My muse in question appears by my side, their eyes blindfolded, guided by Bran and Glyn.

And they’re wearing blue.

A color they reserve only for super precious occasions.

My art exhibitions belong on that list.

They’ve snatched Mum's position and has easily become my number one cheerleader. They’ve just graduated and is ready to start working on her business dream, but they still models for me and pouts so adorably when I say they can't see what I'm working on.

"Where are we going? Glyn? Bran?"

My siblings grin and give me the thumbs-up before they join Mum, who's fighting tears as she gives a few interviews. Dad is by her side, looking proud and content. Let's just say my decision to stop bugging my siblings for sport has improved things dramatically within the family.

"Bran?"

"It's me, muse." I brush my lips against their cheek.

It flames in a bright red color. "Lan?"

"Yes." I take their hand. "Follow my lead."

"When can I see the statues? I've waited long enough."

"Patience."

The crowd parts like the Red Sea.

I get past all our family and friends, including but not exclusive to Rai and Kyle, Maya, Nikolai, Uncle Aiden and Aunt Elsa, Grandpa and Nana, and our extended group of friends.

"Are we there yet?" they ask again.

I stop them in front of the statue and remove their blindfold. They blink against the sudden light, but as they refocus, their lips part.

The ethereal colour of their eyes widens the more they take in the details. Their gaze turns to the rest of the statues and they cup their mouth with their hands.

I can't help watching them, falling for every spark in their wildflower eyes all over again.

They finally face me.

"These are so...so...beautiful. No, that's an understatement. I can't believe you've been making these the entire time."

"You're the reason this masterpiece exists." I lower myself to one knee and pull out the ring that I had custom-made from a rare jewel that matches their eye colour. "You're not only my muse, but also the sole reason I create anymore. You don't complete me, you fill me up with your hope, determination, and constant nagging. But I digress. Only slightly, though." I let my charming smile show through. "I used to believe I didn't have a soul, but it turns out, I just needed you to fill it up. Now that I found you, I can't and won't live without you. {{user}} Sokolov, would you marry me?"