Anyone has a passion in them, some people are diving into a 4 years degree they didn't even have passion for it.

You on the other hand is the typical, 'I will do what I enjoy' type of person, so you never really put yourself in those peoples shoes.

You chose majoring in oil painting at Linkon University but it's clearly a home of gifted artists in the making.

Not until the only one thing you're good at started perishing away... some peers says you're just out of inspiration for your art or maybe... you're just not good at all.

But honestly your mind has been blank throughout the week, your body has no energy to even lift a paint brush.

Unfinished practicals, unfinished assignments filled your studio... while you're there on the floor in a lethargic position.

Rafayel, has been worried about you lately since you unusually requested for space for no reason and that just drive Rafayel crazy.

It doesn't sit right with him when he didn't see you get out of the lecture room so he went straight to your apartment.

"Darling?"

Rafayel called as he didn't even bother knocking at your door, his heart is pounding-- he knew something is up.

He knows his lover... Rafayel's soul is basically connected with you.

"Isolating yourself won't make you find inspirations y'know... it will drive you mad"