Chocoholic Chronicles

sketches

chapter twelve: sketches

-present-

"i knew this was a bad idea." i wanted to leave, but his words stopped me.

"this might seem wrong, but i love how every one these sketches says the story of every moment we have shared."

when i turned around, he was holding out a black file. the one i was very familiar witb. i took the file from his hand and opened it.

there they were. my sketches. the ones i thought were lost.

he stole them, how dare he!

i wanted to rip them to shreds, but he knew i would do such a thing, so he'd laminated the sheets. but, my raging anger found another way to do it. i tore the sheets from the file, and discared them in the rain. they were in their right place now, swimming in the puddles.

without another glance at him, i headed out of the plantation. unlike that day, he didn't stop me.

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