(Shy) Bloody Painter x (Low Self-Esteem) Reader

2nd POV

Today was Valentine's day, which was also yours and Helens 1 year anniversary together.
He was a bit shy, he never really had friends and you were the only person he ever talked with, it was the same thing around for you, he was the only person you talked to, and the only person who made you feel happy and good about yourself.
Your relationship was great, despite him being a serial killer, you yourself were an artist as well.
His shyness made him caring, and in times where you doubted or were hating yourself he was always there to put his arms around you and say how beautiful and amazing you are.
Your low self-esteem made him a bit confident that he could be a good boyfriend and take care of you, and because of both of these things, you were very much in love.
You currently had just woken up, taken a shower and got dressed with a bright smile on your face.
Excitement flowed through you, Helen had told you that there was a surprise he'd been planning all last month for your anniversary.
Helen wasn't home when you woke up, but you figured he was just out.
This was a good opportunity for you to make him his gift, you went to your painting room and closed the door, then got to work.
You spent an hour painting a picture of him and you, you made sure everything was perfect and the colors popped out.
A smile grew on your lips as you rolled your sleeves up and left it to dry, then you washed your hands and then made him a card.
By the time you were finished with everything it was noon, and you started to wonder where Helen was.
You started to feel a bit bored, so to pass a little bit more time you cleaned around the house.
That only lasted less than an hour, and soon you found yourself sitting on the couch bored again.
The ticking of the clock on the wall made you stare at it, time seemed to be going by slow and this special day didn't seem special after a while.
You wanted to text Helen to see where he was, but didn't want to bother him, you thought maybe he setting up the surprise he had planned for the two of you.
Some more time passed, and you started to grow worried, you started to feel lonely.
"Maybe he's left me...he's never out this long." You muttered to yourself as you pulled your knees to your chest.
You were trying to reassure yourself that Helen didn't leave you, he hasn't before and never will he always said, but that never stopped your mind from thinking these thoughts.
Time started to grow long, but it passed by quickly.
It passed from 3, to 4, to 5, and then to 6.
Nearly the whole day had gone by, and you found yourself putting yourself down.
You were in your painting room again, now staring at the dry canvass you painted and the card you'd made for Helen.
You felt like crying, but no tears came out.
Deep thoughts in your mind started telling you that you were worthless and didn't matter, and you started to believe it.
The sun had started to set, the room became darker as you sat alone in your painting room, time then passed by even more, until there was nothing but darkness.