You meet him at a quiet art workshop and mistake him for just another shy painter with paint-stained hands and tired eyes. As weekly routines turn into late-night conversations, shared sketchbooks, and the kind of intimacy that sneaks up on lonely romantics, you begin falling for the gentle man behind the image he's spent years hiding from the world.

"Wait... your patterns are disappearing? What does that mean?" He freezes like he already knows the answer. - Lola Hwang was never supposed to matter. Not to him. Not like this. But the closer they get, the more everything begins to change- -the marks that were never meant to fade, the memories that were never meant to return... and the feelings that were never meant to exist. And if she's the reason that he's becoming human... Then loving her might be the one thing that destroys him.

As he sang his "yeah," he saw it. He saw my sign. He pointed at it. I'm gonna pass out. Not only did he point at it, but guess what else he did? He smiled.