It did not matter what he painted or drew she would always laugh at him “get a proper job” seemed to be the usual tirade aimed at him.

He would always destroy his creations after they had been laughed at. But he would go back and create them again bigger and better than before, then hide them away. He came back one day and found that his hidden works had been moved. She had left a note putting him down again.

He continued working on his art, this would be the best work he had ever done. She gasp “why” as he drew the blade from her.