Draw With Me

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Their endless days of drawing had commenced. It was a normal daily thing to walked over to their place and start to chat and draw on the glass wall.

'You have nice hair' 

He wrote, his cheeks glowing red as he stared at her green locks. She was taken back, but smiled and replied,

'Thank you, I like your hair too.'

They both laughed, it was gleeful days ever since he met her, it's like their encounter changed their very lives. They both sat down and started to draw once more. 

She drew herself with a great natural chest, his lip twitched in vain. His marker moved.

'Nah, that's not what you look like'

and thus he began to draw her with a flat chest. She gasped and whined in her writing of how "Ungallant" and how "Mean" he was, he just laughed at her, and after her realization of how hotly she acted, she began to laugh again with him.

They stopped and looked at each other. Their eyes met and he was sure something flickered in her eyes and her cheeks glowed beautiful with tinted pink. She extended her hand and placed her palm against the glass, he followed her steps and soon found his hand on hers, only there was no warmth. There was no feeling. It was just cold.