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You wanted to scream.To contort your face in a depiction of your nightmarish emotions.
But you didn't.
You sat at your desk.
Sketching.
A picture of a woman of whoms face was contorted in a rage full cry you wish you could release.
You wish...
Your pencil retraced lines to make the darker, or lighter.
The woman's hair was wild and unkempt.
Her eyes squeezed shut.
Her brows drawn together tightly.
And her mouth agape to reveal her uvula.
The smudge of the pencil made her skin grey, the eraser aiding in the lighting.
Her cheeks flushed, and shining.
And her throat flexed with strain.
What you would look like if only you could.
"What are you drawing?"
Oh right, you're at school.
You don't answer.
"I think it's pretty obvious." A masculine voice answered for you.
"But why is she drawing it?"
"You wouldn't care why, not the real reason." The male voice is speaking for you.
The girls retreat could be sensed without looking, her footsteps then her voice to someone else.
"Hey." The owner of the male voice squatted down to your level to look at your face.
You look up at him for a moment.
The boy in front of you was striking, with silver hued eyes and raven black hair.
Parted down the middle, with an undercut. A few strands of the black tendrils drifted in front if his eye.
And his skin was pale, his knuckles pink.
Levi.
"Hey." You managed to say, somehow.
"How are you doing?"
Your gaze moves back to your drawing.
The paper know lay as if weathered under your pencil.
"Okay."
"Anything I can do?'
You return your gaze to his.
The silver hues, and touches of blue giving a shine like affect.
And they showed deep into him, when you looked.
"I'm already doing what I know how to."
His lips, a slight pink against his skin.
Curved into a small smile.
"Could I distract you after school?"
Your own lips curved, giving off a small half laugh.
"If that was a joke, it was a cruel one."
"I'm not. I'm asking you to go on a date with me."
"Oh."
The stillness between you became thicker.
Not the silence, since there was none.
As the boy began to rise to walk away, taking your silence as a rejection.
"I'll go."
He paused his movements, his hand mid air. As if he was about to sweep his hand threw the locks.
"You will?"
"Ya."
