I fell in love with a blue lady in a painting. Although I could walk in and out of the painting as I pleased, she was trapped inside. She was soft and kind and I taught her all about the human world. We proposed to each other and grew into adorable little old ladies together inside the painting. But as time went on, the painting started to deteriorate, and so did she. Realizing what was happening, she put a dagger in my hand and pushed me out of the painting. She called out to me, begging me to stab the painting. I did, sobbing, but knowing it was for the best. The torn canvas faded to black, and I dropped the dagger. I lived out the rest of my life as a widow.
