It was silent as we sat there. She didn't say anything, and she stared off into the sky.
I was worried. She always breaks the silence, talking about anything... and now... she won't even say a word.
Her stare moved from the sky to the ground, she moved her hands to pull at the grass around her.
I sighed, and broke the silence myself.
"So... Sarah... you like anime a lot. I assume you draw too?"
She looked up to me and nodded, her expression never changing. She went back to staring at the ground and pulling at the grass.
"Maybe... you can show me some of them, if you want."
Sarah stopped pulling at the grass around her. She looked back to me and said,
"I... I paint too..."
I grinned, and poked her in the side.
She smiled a little, and she sheepishly added,
"I could draw you something, if you want..."
I nodded saying,
"I'd love that."
Her expression brightened up, and she grinned from ear to ear.
"Okay!!!" She exclaimed, her usual blinding energy was back. I breathed a breathe of relief. She's back.
She hopped up and spun around, and stopped to face me.
"Let's go!!!" She exclaimed, bounding off in the direction of the building. I got up and took off after her.
We avoided orderlies and got to her room. It wasn't white. It had color.
The walls had posters all over them, of anime, movies, bands. All the things she would talk about.
There was a canvas propped up next to a window, it was blank, and there was a stool in front of it. Near the wall close to that was a table, and drawing were strewn about, along with pencils and erasers. There was a dresser with a mirror hung over it with designs painted on it.
She grinned and turned, looking at me.
"What do you think?"
I smiled, a little hesitant about being alone with her like this. "U- um, I like it." I said.
My mind began to reel when she sat on her bed, I honestly didn't know what I was hoping for. She reached underneath her bad and pulled out a sketchbook and a pencil. She opened to a fresh page and her face changed from bright and sunny, to complete focus. Her hand moved over the paper like flowing water. It was beautiful. The rays of sunlight invading the room lit her up from behind, giving her an otherworldly glow.
I realized I was holding my breath, and exhaled. I walked over to her and sat by her side. Leaning over I watched as she drew.
At first I couldn't make out what it was, but then at some point it turned out to be a body of a male, every detail was carefully put. He wore a hoodie and pants. They snug to his figure and he was tall. When she got to drawing the face, she payed close attention to the eyes, making sure they were bright. The hair was most important, I could tell she took extra care with each and every strand.
When she was done she ripped it out and handed it to me, blushing. I looked at it and realized, it was me.
I was about to tell her something but cut short when a knock came up on her door.
