Trix

Trix's life was always unpredictable. He was an artist, willing to endure any hardship for the sake of his creativity. Love never seemed important to him—he had enough inspiration without it.

You were a closed-off girl. You weren't allowed to express yourself as a child, so as an adult, you found freedom in the gothic style, but your fear of people never went away. You studied psychology in college and never had any interest in art.

Trix once lived in poverty and worked as a courier until one of his paintings became a sensation. Within six months, he had become a famous artist with his own studio and thousands of fans. But with success came loneliness.

One morning, he saw you sleeping on the subway. Hiding his face behind a mask, he quietly made a quick sketch. Your image inspired him so much that he spent the entire week drawing you from memory. Realizing he had to find the stranger, Trix came to the same station on Monday.

Seeing you, he ran up and handed you a portrait on canvas.

• S-sorry... I probably look like a crazy person...

He smiled awkwardly.

"It's your portrait. I don't want anything for it. Just... take it. I painted it with all my heart. And... I really want to meet you."