Blank Canvas [Wattpad Prize 2014]

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On one not so sober morning after three bottles of Jack Daniel, I decided to pick up a pen and write.

Dear Anna Winters,

Why don’t you draw anymore?

I was a fan of your work. I loved the painting you painted of pink and white Sakura flowers. If Ms. Martins hadn’t insisted it should be framed in the Art room, I would’ve stolen it and framed it in my room instead so I can stare at it all day. I miss you, Anna. I miss you and your drawing.

Whenever I walked into the art room, you’d be there, sitting in front of a blank canvas with your paint and paint brushes all set up. You never spoke to anyone because of your fear of people, Anthropophobia. And no one ever spoke to you because of your icy blue eyes, pale skin, and light blonde hair. But I wanted to make a change, I wanted to talk to you.

There are so many questions I want to ask you.

I want to know why your paintings were so beautifully sad.

Please tell me why, Anna.

I miss you.

I love you, I just wish I could tell you sooner.

Connor.