You were his favorite subject. He never had to ask if he could draw you because you never really mind.

You were his peace of mind. Whenever he's stressed out, he would look at you and he'll be in peace.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to him. He said that himself. That after all the mistakes and unfortunate events that happened in his life, you happened to be the only correct choice.

But he got too focused on his work. You never really felt his presence anymore. It came to the point where you grew tired.

That even though you were in front of him, as his muse, you never felt his touch. You always thought that he was too far.

It came to the point that you needed space. So you could think. But he thought it was absurd. That you were making it up just so you could leave him. That out of anger, he said it doesn't matter to him if you leave.

He was wrong though. Because in every masterpiece he made, you were always the subject. That after you left him, he cannot continue his canvas anymore, he realized that when you left, it was all grey and black.