on Wednesday, April 10, 2013

“Draw me.” She told me; her voice coming out like a husky purr. “Draw me like how you remember me.”

“I’m not good enough.” I said. “I won’t be able to do it right.”

She looked at me with those clear, deep eyes of hers and it was like she could see through me. “You can.”

And so I did.

I hadn’t been halfway done when I suddenly stopped.

I got too carried away, I think, for I drew her eyes looking so lonely.

“Draw me like how you remember me.”

It was painful to see – but it was accurate.

image credits to april182 @ deviantart


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