One thing we specialized in during art class was grids.
They were supposed to teach us patience.
I remember how you almost lost all your patience as our art class teacher talked nonstop about patience for 20 minutes.
I barely noticed.
I was too enchanted by the way your blue eyes seemed to twinkle underneath the lights, even when they were looking at someone else.
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Grids
Короткий рассказUnspoken whispers that are finally brought to life. A girl meets a boy in art class and with each passing day, finds herself more and more in love with him. Fear however creates a glass barrier between her feelings. Will she ever break it? "He was...
