I flipped to the second page, and the drawing of her was there.I took a sharp breath in as he was taken aback for a second.I let the breath out and nervously chuckled, "Uh, yeah. I drew her. She asked me to as a joke, so naturally, I took it seriously and I did. She actually really liked it. I finally got her to see the beauty in herself."
He nodded, understanding. "So, was this from a picture, too?"
I shook my head, "No. This is from my memory. The first good, and only, drawing that's from my memory, to be honest."
His eyes widened, surprised and impressed, all he could respond with was, "Oh, wow." I nodded, clenching my teeth and pressed my lips together.
"Yeah..."
He continued to stare at the drawing, silently amazed. I shifted my weight from feeling slightly awkward. I don't really like to let people see my artwork, especially the ones I did not intend to show, so this is a little unsettling.
"So, you remembered?" He finally spoke up after one more minute of admiring the drawing and leaned back, looking back up at me again.
I began to close the sketchpad. I cleared my throat, nodded, and quietly responded, "I remember everything."
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Roses Stained Red
Short Storythis is all of my short stories and excerpts from my short stories in one book. so, without further ado, please do get yourself a good cup of whatever you love and enjoy.
