"So, are you in?" he asked, his tone gentle, but the patience in his voice was slipping.
She took a moment to mull it over, and finally met his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes," she replied, with a shaky breath, and he let out a contented sigh.
"But unde...
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DRAWING WAS another one of my...therapeutic talents.
And until I found a way to fix my guitar, drawing would have to suffice as my remedy. I peeked out of the window and was met with the sun, and figured being outside would be a nice addition to the day.
I put my sketchbook into my bag and grabbed my keys, making my way down the stairs. I fumbled with the lock as I struggled to keep the bag strap on my shoulder, which kept slipping off. I set the bag down next to me and managed to successfully lock the door before climbing into my car to scout a nice park or playground.
It didn't take me long to find a nice spot to sit and draw for a while. My first idea failed to work because the park down the street with the lake was crowded due to an event, so I kept looking. Eventually though, I found a nice, quiet playground with a few kids playing on it.
I found a small table underneath the tree and began to look for inspiration, something to draw. The kids playing tag brought a smile to my face, and I settled on drawing them being happy and carefree. Continuing to sketch what the eye could see, I couldn't help but notice a small girl, around the age of 6, sitting all alone by the slide. None of the kids seemed to willingly invite her to play with them, and that made me frown.
I picked up my sketchbook and walked over to her, crossing my legs like she had, and smiled at her. "Hi," I greeted softly, "what's your name?"
She looked at me shyly, and then turned her body at an angle so I couldn't look at her, as if she was embarrassed of herself. I also noticed she was wearing a hat that covered her head, as well as her ears. Even though it had been quite chilly the past few days, today was exceptionally sunny and warm.
"Lily," she mumbled and began to pull her hat over her head, like it was falling off, except it wasn't.
"Well, Lily," I scooted closer to her, "why aren't you playing with the other kids?"
She looked over to where the kids were playing hide and seek, and shrugged her shoulders, a frown making a way onto her face. "They don't want to play with me," she said and then looked at the ground, "I'm not like them."
I tilted my head to the side and studied her. "Really? How so?"
She sighed and slowly took her hat off, and flinched as if she was expecting some rude remark. That lead me to believe that she had been bullied at a point in her life, and the fact that she was so young made it even sadder. But what made my heart fall in my chest, was the fact that she had no hair.
