Blank Canvas [Wattpad Prize 2014]

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Dear Anna,

I've attended school for one whole week now. Everyone was staring less and less, I guess they stopped caring already. It's unavoidable that they still look at me sympathetically, but it'll all be over soon, right? I wish you were here so we can both go through this together. 

I'll run over to the art room, you'll be there and we'll talk. We can talk about everything. We can talk about my obessesion with Star Wars, we can talk about your dream of becoming an artist and we can talk about how we both love John Green's books. 

Right now, I can't help but to let the tears stream down my face. Because now, I don't have a purpose to go to the art room anymore. You won't be there and we won't be able to talk anymore. I won't be able to tell you how much the new Star Wars comic rocked, I won't be able to listen to you while you talk about how nice it would be to have your art placed in the world's most famous art gallery and there's no way I can ever look at any of John Green's books ever again.

Because you're no longer here. 

Connor.