PART 18
That becomes my mantra for the next week. You won’t forgive him so soon. You can’t forgive him so soon. I have to withhold myself from drawing or even opening up my sketchbook because I know that if I look, I’ll look at him, and if I draw, I’ll draw him. Fatima’s been keeping me company almost all the time; studying with me, sleeping over when she can, stopping by randomly, because I had told her to distract me once.
And then I can’t help it anymore, and my eyes flip my books open, and automatically it turns to the portrait of him because I had spend so much time here. I had forgotten I had placed the photos in here until they flutter out like birds, and groaning, I collapse back into my chair.
You won’t. You can’t.
// yes i'm studying for finals jeEz.(ily)
- nova. //
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Pink Skies
Short StorySometimes it snows, and sometimes you meet beautiful boys with cameras, and sometimes it snows and you meet beautiful boys with cameras. // #20 in short story //
