kon ichi wa or kon ban wa, considering when you are reading this, my lovely Risers, sorry for the late update i got caught up in a lot of homework but because of the lovely and wonderful "Muskeet" i found myself dropping all of my responsibilities and finishing a chapter.
i personally like this chapter and once again because i'm long winded it ended up kinda long so i broke it up into two updates. anyways enjoy!!!!!!
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"Okay...I'm just...about... done. Okay I'm finished with the final touches to your portrait. Here take a look." He handed the drawing to me and I cautiously accepted it. I silently prayed that it wasn't anything that would make me regret sitting there for what felt like hours. I turned the paper so that I could look at it properly and once again I was more amazed than when I saw the other drawings. It was me but at the same time it wasn't me, it was hard to explain. I had always been annoyed by the shape of my eyes but in the picture they couldn't look any more perfect.
Actually let me rephrase that, my right eye couldn't look any more perfect. The left and right side of my face weren't exactly the same. There was no line dividing the halves but the difference was obvious. My right eyes was the light brown color that I always remembered it to be but my left eyes was more of a harsh and muddy dark brown with a single tear running down my dirty check. The right side my a face was clean, you could even say I was sparkling. However on the left side I was dirty and had small but noticeable scratches angled in every direction. To finish off the drawing, my hair blew in an illusory wind. As the curly length of my hair went on it transformed into bright red, orange and yellow flames that waved and danced with the rest of my hair. It was like he was seeing the me that I tried to hide and the me that I wanted to be seen as. I felt so exposed but strangely it felt refreshing like I was just putting it all out there, like for the first time I wasn't hiding anything.
"I'm glad I let you draw me, I really love it," I managed.
"I'm glad you like it, but you know this wasn't my original plan?"
"What do you mean?" I asked taking my eyes of the art for only a second.
"In the beginning I was just going to do, well you know, a normal portrait, but then when you started crying it reminded me of when I first saw you. You were all dirty and bruised but most of all you looked like you were forcing yourself to be strong." He crawled over to me and looked at the picture in my hand then continued. "But now, I got to talk to you and I can see that you're really nice and funny and responsible and when I think about that I can't help but feel like you're amazing."
He began to blush as he reared the end of his sentence and I blushed right along with him because never in my life had anyone (excluding my parents) said such kind things about me with such an honest expression.
"Thanks Titus but you're amazing too you know, I mean how many ten year olds do you know that can draw like this and say stuff that make you second guess their age. I think you made the right choice to draw it like this." I smiled.
"Me too." Titus smiled back. I looked at the picture one more time then handed it back to Titus. He shook his head.
"I made it for you so you keep it."
"But you worked so hard on it, don't you want it?"
"Yeah I do, but I want even more for you to have it."
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