Novel & Cerita Elizabeth Afton Drawing

I woke up the next morning to the drawing still on the fridge and Ethan already at the table with his engineering notebook, which meant he had been up for at least twenty minutes, which meant he had something he was working through and had not wanted to wait for it. “Morning,” I said. “The bridge needs a fifth figure,” he said, without looking up. I stopped in the middle of reaching for the coffee. “What?” “Elena.” He was drawing something in the margin of his notebook, precise small lines.

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

As she plunked it on the table, she peered over his shoulder at what he’d been working on with such diligence. Her jaw dropped. She’d always considered Anton’s artistic skills advanced for a seven-year-old boy, but this was beyond anything she’d seen so far. It was a pencil drawing of the road leading out of town. In the left hand corner was a small rendering of the building she lived in, which had a glow about it. The depth perception was incredible, the telephone poles, the fence line, the pavement decreased in size and breadth, fading away until it was barely a speck. The landscape was stark and minimal, but it was the overall tone of the picture that left Domini feeling bleak.

The image remains, etched deeply onto my retinas. Rosa hauls me up from the chair. "Shower. Coffee. After that we gather the others. We won’t face this thing exhausted. By ourselves.” I allowed her to help me ascend the stairs. Inside the apartment Elena is up positioned on the floor of Isla’s room encircled by all the sketches our daughter created over the year. Hundreds in total. Every single one is a subway map. Every one drawn with gold crayons. Every one pointing, toward the destination: the cathedral platform.

Eli sat at the table drawing something intense and detailed. “What’s that?” Dominic asked. “Our new family,” Eli said without looking up. Dominic set the plate down beside him. On the paper: Four figures. One tall. One slightly shorter. One small. One smaller still. All holding hands. The tallest one had an exaggerated straight line for a mouth. Dominic frowned. “Do I look that serious?” “Yes,” Eli answered simply. Lila entered moments later and slid into the chair beside them. She studied the drawing. “We look good,” she said.

“Do you want to see my drawing?” Suzi smiled. “Yes, I do.” They stepped out onto the back patio where the winter sun was pale and low. Ella sat cross-legged on the stone bench, flipping open a sketchpad. On the page was a careful pencil drawing of a tall man holding a woman’s hand. The man’s hair was dark and messy, the woman’s hair long. “That’s you and Uncle Max,” Ella said simply. Suzi blinked at the page, her throat tightening again. “It’s beautiful, Ella.”

These two complete my life and Sometimes I wish Elizabeth was here to see this day because she has always wanted siblings. The kids and I still celebrate her birthday and they consider her as their big sister. And on that day we buy her favourite cake and have it for dessert. The kids always write her letters hopefully that she'll receive them in heaven. FLASHBACK WHEN ELIZABETH WAS PUSHED THREE WEEKS LATER Elizabeth was drowning her body got carried away by the strong current of the water. Her body was thrown over a waterfall and it slowly started floating away. The route of water drifted her body to a nearby village somewhere in the forest where people established a small tribe into their

The next day, I was in the study, drafting the mate-bond dissolution agreement, when I accidentally knocked my pen off the desk. As I reached to retrieve it, my fingers brushed against a small chest hidden beneath the desk. Curious, I pulled it out and lifted the lid—inside were dozens of sketches, every single one drawn by Anthony. However, they were not of me. Every drawing was of Emma. He had also written words to her on the back of each sketch.

“What’s this My heart dropped. He was looking at the sketch of that strange crest I’d found in the forest the night of the attack. I’d drawn it from memory, unable to shake the sense that it meant something. “Nothing,” I said quickly, snatching the book away. “Looks like some kind of royal emblem or something.” Eli muttered. “Where’d you..” “Drop it.” My tone comes out sharper than I mean it . He raises both hands. “Alright alright, chill.” I waited until he trudged upstairs before I exhaled. The house felt too quiet again. I flipped back to the drawing of Elizabeth, running a thumb over the graphite where her smile fades into shadow.