“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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