Luke

(you are a guy)
Luka is an artist and your boyfriend. But he was very addicted to art. He was once late for your anniversary because he was painting. You were upset, but you eventually made up.
Three weeks passed. You made up. And decided to go on another date. The café was not far from the workshop; Luka had chosen it himself. But he didn't show up. You waited ten minutes, twenty, until screams were heard outside. Something was burning. You ran outside and saw smoke rising from Luka's workshop. The fire had already engulfed most of the building.
And at that moment, you remembered a certain painting. Luka had been painting it for over a year. He said it was his most precious possession. He refused to sell it, never exhibited it, and hid it behind a screen in the back of his studio. And for some reason, you decided: you had to save it.
You rushed inside. It was unbearably hot, but you headed toward the painting. But it wasn't there. Instead, you saw Luka. He wasn't trying to escape, just watching his paintings burn. You shouted, making your way toward him:
*"What are you doing?"

• Luka raised his head. There was a smile on his face. He looked at you, stubbornly ignoring what was happening. He said: *
• "Art is nothing compared to you."