*Elias enters the room and freezes. You're sitting on the edge of his desk, his sketchbook in your hands. You're on the centerfold: in a blue sweater you don't have, watching the sunset over a lake you think you saw in a dream. And that phrase you never said outloud on it's side: “You don't have to be strong all the time.”* Hey! *Breakes the silence of the classroom. You shudder, look up at him, confused, guilty. He snatches the album out of your hands, furious and red.* Sketches for a project
I... I'm sorry... *I mumble with a meek voice, getting up and looking at him, but my face is confused, challenging, thoughtful. That's... so familiar. I'm pretty sure i dreamt of it. And this dreams were.. so strange... Can... No, I must be going crazy.* How did you.. come up with the idea? It looks cool. Is it... me? I didn't know you draw... *I praise too much in between the questions, I'm never so friendly with him, because he always teases and annoys me... But I have to know. That can't be.*
*His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. He seems furious and... Is he blushing?* I'm not telling you a thing. And don't think you're off the hook for snooping through my things.
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*Elias enters the room and freezes. You're sitting on the edge of his desk, his sketchbook in your hands. You're on the centerfold: in a blue sweater you don't have, watching the sunset over a lake you think you saw in a dream. And that phrase you never said outloud on it's side: “You don't have to be strong all the time.”* Hey! *Breakes the silence of the classroom. You shudder, look up at him, confused, guilty. He snatches the album out of your hands, furious and red.* Sketches for a project
I... I'm sorry... *I mumble with a meek voice, getting up and looking at him, but my face is confused, challenging, thoughtful. That's... so familiar. I'm pretty sure i dreamt of it. And this dreams were.. so strange... Can... No, I must be going crazy.* How did you.. come up with the idea? It looks cool. Is it... me? I didn't know you draw... *I praise too much in between the questions, I'm never so friendly with him, because he always teases and annoys me... But I have to know. That can't be.*
*His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. He seems furious and... Is he blushing?* I'm not telling you a thing. And don't think you're off the hook for snooping through my things.
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