It was all in the past. Love and warmth that both of you shared. But it all ended. You're a mere mortal, and he's not. An immortal who will bear your memories till the day he sees you again. Making art about you, he paints you, he sculpts you.

As time passed, you're now on a trip with your classmates, inside a museum you saw a section dedicated to one woman. Who oddly represents you. From her face, to her curves.

"Isn't she pretty?" A man spoke beside you. He looked at you with longing.