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bathroom floor

They both sat there, on the chilly bathroom floor, dust floating in the stuffy air. Delilah couldn't take her eyes off of it. The drawing was of her, playing under the creaking tree, and it was beautiful. Ryn captured every one of her feelings in one picture, and she was amazed at how a stranger could do something like this. In her mind, the girl she met no more than a few hours ago was no longer a stranger, she was a friend. She knew she could trust this strange, pretty girl because of how she drew her. No one at home, no even her artist friends would ever be able to capture her this way if they ever tried to. Delilah was at a loss for words, but she knew Ryn would freak out if she sat there in dead silence for any longer, so she finally said something.

"Holy shit, Ryn, this is amazing."

Ryn's breath caught in her throat just hearing Delilah say her name. Not only that but the compliment. Her mother had never seemed this amazed at her drawings, and that's saying something as her mother was always her biggest supporter.

"Really, it honestly isn't my bes-"

She was cut off again by Delilah covering her mouth with her hand while she looked up at her.

"Don't be humble, Ryn this is awesome."

Ryn's face flushed a shade of pink as she felt her hands on her again, thoughts he quickly removed it. She nodded a bit as Delilah took it from her, analyzing the gray lines once again.

"Is all of your art in here?"

Delilah looked at her as she pointed at the small notebook.

"Yeah, but most of them are unfinished, if you want I guess you could keep looking. She knew that nothing in there would amaze her, but she figured since she was here and wanted to see art, she might as well be more open.

Delilah flipped through the art-filled book. Ryn wasn't kidding, most were scrapped, unfinished, but one caught her eye. It was s a page filled with her grandmother, some of them had the mouths scratched out, some were just her staring. They were also beautiful. She looked at her, pointing at the page.

"Is this my Grandma?"

Ryn looked at the page filled with unfinished and some finished sketches of the old lady she had done when she was bored. Delilah's face lit up as she scooted closer towards Ryn on the bathroom floor. They were next to each other now, so Ryn could see what she was looking at. She pointed towards the bigger one of her smiling but there was no mouth.

"Why haven't you finished this one, it's really good."

Ryn pondered a bit, she knew the answer but the real question was if she should Delilah the real reason why.

"I don't know, I just can't get her smile down," She looked at her as she spoke. "Something about it is just so, hard to get down on paper, you know?"

Ryn didn't really think she would understand, as she wasn't an artist, but she was still truthful. To her surprise, Delilah nodded.

"Her smile is beautiful, I understand why it would be hard."

Delilah looked up at her and smiled, making Ryns face hotter than it already was. She didn't know what it was that made her around her, she just assumed it was because she was a pretty girl that wanted to talk to her, but there was something deeper to Delilah than just a pretty girl.

"You two have a similar smile you know."

Ryn watched as she continued smiling, and she nodded.

"Really? So you think my smile is pretty then?" She laughed a bit, looking up at Ryn then back down at the book.