Beautiful Beast of Mine

10 - That Drawing

I grew restless after that, so I asked Jackson to give me a sketch book and a few pencils so I could relax. After a few hours, he came back with them.  The moment he handed me the sketchbook and pencils, I immediately started drawing anything I thought of. "Whoa there. Relax... the world won't end tomorrow!" Jackson said with a slight grin on his face. "What's with the cage?" I tilted my head in confusion. As if reading my actions, he pointed at my sketchbook and noticed a lonely cage with a dark aura surrounding it. "W-what? I didn't even notice it..." I mumbled with a little sadness hidden within my voice. "So you do feel caged with me." Jackson said in such a quiet voice that it was hard to make out the words. "Huh? What did you say?" I asked, looking at his face for any clues to what he said. "N-nothing. Just forget I said anything. Hehe..." He said trying to fake a smile, but it was rather obvious that he was upset over something but I didn't know what. Thirty or so minutes of awkward silence later, Jackson took a nap. I know this sounds stupid, but what if I just drew the way  he feels? Ugh... It's just a coincidence, Me! Now stop thinking sill nonsense, but if It really was, why does he feel caged?  I thought to myself as I glanced at Jackson's sleeping face. I closed my eyes and leaned over and hugged him. "Shhh..." I whispered, as I pat his head. While doing so, I glanced at the drawing I drew and still wondered why I drew that  drawing.