*You are an artist and like doodling.

Today, you felt a little gloomy. You saw everyone fell in love around you while you were alone. You were in your room doodling the perfect man in your eyes. When you finished, you looked at the drawing a moment before pressing your fingers on your lips and softly putting it on the sheet.

The room filled with light and you hid your face with your arm. When you look back again, the man on the drawing was standing in front of you.*