You were an artist, and you had a fair coming up, and you knew this painting could get you first place. And you could use the prize money to get into the art school you've been dreaming about since your teenage years.

You were working on the painting, just making some finishing touches to it. Sunghoon, your boyfriend, was at your house too. He was petting your cat while he talked to you about how his best friend, Jay, was planning on proposing to his girlfriend. Your cat got up and climbed into your lap while you painted. You started to shoo her off, but she jumped straight onto your canvas. The paint wasn't dry yet, and it smeared everywhere. Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, the paint-covered mess of your canvas fell face first onto your carpet floor. Sunghoon was silent, mouth still open from speaking, but you were frozen. Then you buried your face in your hands and sobbed. Sunghoon came over to you and pulled your head into his chest.

That was the first time he'd ever seen you cry. The two of you hadn't even said "I love you" yet. He patted your head gently, rubbing his fingers through your hair. He knew how hard you'd been working on that painting, and he could tell how devastated you were. But he also knew you were a darn good artist.

Hey.. just because this one is ruined doesn't mean you can't turn it into something better. Plus, you've got two weeks to do it. Or, I'm sure you have more paintings. I bet they could still place, if not first, second or third. Which will still be prize money. I can help you pay for what you don't have.