"You could have said 'just the arms' and I would have believed you." She watched him for a minute, measuring ingredients into a bowl, before turning her attention back to the book. She flipped backwards a few pages, finding his usual doodles - combinations of observation and whimsy - until she came upon one that was different.
It was her, sleeping. Well, half of her face, the other presumably hidden by the pillow. Nose, eye, most of her lips. Hair sweeping away at the edge, making her wonder if he'd moved it there and away from her features. It wasn't professional by any means, but it was recognizable as her. She had not thought in much depth about what he did while she was asleep. The drawing made her wonder just how much of that time he'd spent watching her. Had he been scared? Had he formulated a plan in case she stopped breathing? He hadn't been in the room when she woke up so he must have eventually felt comfortable leaving the room. How long had that taken?
She closed the book and put it back where she'd found it, suddenly overwhelmed with a wave of emotions she had trouble separating. Guilt and sadness the most prevalent.
"I guess it'll be a while until I can dance again."
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"You could have said 'just the arms' and I would have believed you." She watched him for a minute, measuring ingredients into a bowl, before turning her attention back to the book. She flipped backwards a few pages, finding his usual doodles - combinations of observation and whimsy - until she came upon one that was different.
It was her, sleeping. Well, half of her face, the other presumably hidden by the pillow. Nose, eye, most of her lips. Hair sweeping away at the edge, making her wonder if he'd moved it there and away from her features. It wasn't professional by any means, but it was recognizable as her. She had not thought in much depth about what he did while she was asleep. The drawing made her wonder just how much of that time he'd spent watching her. Had he been scared? Had he formulated a plan in case she stopped breathing? He hadn't been in the room when she woke up so he must have eventually felt comfortable leaving the room. How long had that taken?
She closed the book and put it back where she'd found it, suddenly overwhelmed with a wave of emotions she had trouble separating. Guilt and sadness the most prevalent.
"I guess it'll be a while until I can dance again."