How to Draw
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  • Parts 7
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  • Reads 295
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 7
  • Time 58m
Ongoing, First published Nov 10, 2016
Swaying my head to the song on the radio, I turned to look at him, smiling. As if knowing I was staring at him, he turned his head, giving me that million dollar smile. Everything was perfect. I turned to look out the window, he grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers together. In that moment, I knew our souls were intertwined with each other. 
Next thing I remember was his hand tightening around mine. 
Everything went pitch black after that.
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Instead my attention was focused on who I saw seated in the restaurant. His eyes were on the screen in the corner of the room. I knew that because my gaze used to be directed in that direction while I mopped the floors at night. Without warning, he began to laugh. I couldn't hear anything, it was a soundless laughter. Not because I was in a trance, but because the windows and doors blocked in all the sounds... depriving me of the sound I wanted to hear most. Something about his expression made me smile. He looked... if only there were a word to describe how he looked. One word that could paint this perfect image of him in detail capturing even the motion of the moment. But before I could come up with that word, that perfect moment was broken. I inhaled sharply as his eyes landed on me. His face went blank removing all the evidence that he had been expressing amusement. Like a mirror, my smile faded. His empty countenance lasted only for a few more seconds, and then there was a twitch. A twitch of recognition? A twitch of memory? Whatever it was gave my feet the strength to move towards the door.