I Draw Too

Ivan had always thought he'd be the one to stay up and party until 4 A.M. Little did he know that he'd be sitting in the middle of the bathroom floor at that time, crying as he contemplated on whether or not he should take his own life.

He thought he was alone. He thought he could never be loved. When he decided that one night, when he made that decision to finally end it all, he stopped. There sat a boy with the gorgeous brown eyes, and breathing taking smile. He had asked Ivan to join him on the river bank, where they spoke to one another quietly while the teenagers across town partied all night long. Ivan had rolled up his sleeve, looking down in embarrassment and shame as he listened to the boy talk. The boy had turned to him, Ivan staring in wonder as he rolled up his sleeve with a whisper,

"I draw too."
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The story itself focuses on Ivan in 3rd person. The lines at the beginning are from Yao's view.