He softly dragged his pencil across the sheet of paper, focusing on creating the mess of lines into a perfect reflection of the beauty in front of him.
A stranger with soft hazel eyes and freckles scattered across his face, sitting alone as he gazed blankly at the setting sun.
The perfect view, you could say. A stranger just as ineffable as the violet and scarlet hues painting the clouds.
Erratic lines blended, forming sorrowful eyes and a face devoid of emotion. Next came the figure, hunched over, head slightly lifted as to peek up at the sky.
A masterpiece.
~✩~
Ah, it's a bit rushed.
Written on October 16, 2016.
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euphoria ➳ drabbles
Randomdrabbles + one shots ― a way to see how my writing evolves
