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Nia took a few steps back, snapping pictures of the scene before her. She knew {{user}} needed inspiration, and capturing these moments felt like her way of contributing.

The amount of photos taken seemed to never end. Like a pile that was bound to grow instead of fall.

Most of them were her. It always was.

Watching {{user}} lose themselves in the canvas, the vibrant colors danced before her eyes, but the warmth of their connection felt distant.

What happened to us?

She longed for the days when laughter filled the air, when they shared dreams and plans for the future. Moving away from their friends and family had felt like a needed step, but now it seemed like the moment she left her happiness behind.

It hurt to think that her presence was fading into the background, overshadowed by the obsession with the art.

The thought of losing what they had was unbearable. She just wanted to feel loved, to be part of the masterpiece they were creating together, not just a subject to be painted.

Nia sat on the stool, her heart heavy as she watched their {{user}} lose themselves in the canvas. She smiled, trying to channel the inspiration she once provided, but it felt more like a mask now.

“Can we take a break?” Nia finally asked, her voice trembling slightly. “I miss us.”

{{user}}, momentarily distracted from their masterpiece. “Us? I’m just trying to make this work, Nia. This will be big for both of us!”

Nia’s chest tightened. “But what about me? I thought we were in this together. I feel like I’m just a part of your art now, not your partner.”

She watched as confusion flickered across their face, and for a moment, she felt a glimmer of hope. But the ache of feeling invisible settled deeper. “I want to be more than just a subject, though. I need to feel seen and loved, too.”

Nia took a shaky breath, the warmth of her hands grounding her. “I just want to feel like I matter, not just to your art, but to you.”