The thin sound of pencil scratching lightly on paper. Kathlyn paused for a moment to look at her work. With a frown, she ripped the page away and harshly crushed it into a stiff paper ball.
“You’re your worst critic. You know that, don’t you?” Julian commented dryly as he unravelled the paper ball. “This isn’t a bad pictuure… of… of… who is this?”
“Chris, Chris CHRIS!” she groaned aloud, dropping her head forward. “I can never get his nose right, but his eyes, those mesmerizing eyes. Those beautiful blu-”
“Sexy blue eyes.” He crooned mockingly, hands clasped together with a sickening pining expression on his face. “Just take a damn picture, it’ll last longer.”
“There are some things that only sketches can express. The very contour of his face, the arch of his nose, his high cheek bones it’s like I feel so close-”
“Yet you’re so far.” He finished.
She threw her pillow smack in his face. “Sod off.”
- TBC
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