Did you ever find my sketches?
When I locked my room door; that's what I was doing.
Smudging graphite across pristine paper, gentle stokes of my water brush bringing the defined features of a certain dark haired boy to life.
I remember when the paint water spilled once; blood red running in streams down the drawing I had just spent hours on.
I guess that it suits me though.
Imperfect.
But what made me upset is that it ruined the sketch of him.
And he's much more perfect than I am.
I remember the water pouring off my desk onto the floor;
And slumping down; not caring about the blood red still dripping onto my thigh from the wooden edge.
Imperfect.
Accidental.
Ruined.
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Penned by Me // myg jhs
FanfictionIt's hard to communicate with someone that doesn't hear you. Dark ink messily flowed against smooth paper, unveiling secrets desperately hidden; never meant to be spoken. ©sunshiinehope
