I took the bag from his grip and peaked inside.
"Your mother said that she'd noticed you drawing more recently, is it a new hobby?"
I nodded my head, still inspecting the supplies that were in the bag.
"I got them while I was away, the day before I left to come back,"
Now in my hands were a brand new sketchbook with a plain card cover and a whole bunch of different pencils.
"She saw you only seemed to use one pen and book. Maybe you like to just use those..."
I looked up at him, waiting for him to continue,
"But I wanted to get something for you and I thought this was the perfect time to give them,"
It was true that I enjoyed using just one pen, but I sure wouldn't let these new pencils go to waste.
Especially as they were given to me with such thought.
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Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
