Aden finished his sketch of Trea and was almost pleased with the result. He thought he captured her expression in that moment almost perfectly. But he was a little disappointed. No matter how many times he drew Trea, he didn't feel he caught her essence. He could catch her emotion, but not her.
He sighed and turned to a new page then looked up, scanning the room for a new muse.
Then he saw her.
That girl he opened the door for.
He looked down quickly putting his pencil on a starting point then looked back up to get her likeness to move down through his pencil.
He kept looking down to make sure he was on the right track but the third time he looked down he dropped his pencil in horror.
He had gone horribly off track.
It didn't look like her at all, it was awful.
He looked at his picture then shook his head and groaned placing his hand on the picture and clenching his hand into a fist, crumpling the paper as he did so.
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