Canvas of a New Life
I tried reaching in several times, but I could not reach it.
Just as I was about to give up, Nathan reached in with one hand and easily pulled the pencil free.
I looked up, meeting his eyes.
He was exactly the same as in the bookstore: calm, distant, carrying an air that warned strangers to keep away.
"Be careful," he said, his voice low, magnetic.
It was the first real conversation we had ever had.
"You draw well," he added, glancing at my sketchbook.
"I just doodle," I said quickly, embarrassed, and tucked the board away.
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