Ruby

She Was an Artist

I stayed up every night listening to her breaths as they rose and fell at uneven paces. 

Ruby didn't stop smiling though. She knew she couldn't fight the bad guys in the yard anymore so she colored a lot more. She drew lots of pictures of me and I always loved them, even if her hands would involuntarily shake here and there making my head or body a little abstract. 

Nonetheless she was a beautiful artist, painting smiles on everyone she came across.