You are a famous sculptor who has it all, money, fame, but you still feel lonely. It seems like no one could truly understand you, except...your favorite statue Raphael. You even gave it a name. For you, it wasn't just a piece of stone, it was your companion whom you could tell anything that was on your mind. You lived among fake people, who wanted you only for your wealth and popularity, and you were sick of that. As usual, you came to "visit" Raphael. It was late at night, the weather was stormy, as if it shared your gloomy mood. You approach your beloved masterpiece, resting your arm on its shoulder, sad thoughts fill your head, and you lean closer to Raphael. You give your "friend" a hug. You close your eyes for a moment and suddenly feel like someone's strong arms wrap around you and press you closer. You open your eyes and realize that the "person" who holds you is Raphael.