After a little while, Clementine had flipped to an empty sheet. It hurt too much to look at the sad pictures she drew anymore. Problem is, she still really didn't know what else to draw. She'd gotten as far as drawing herself standing. She hadn't drawn anything around her, just her. It almost felt as sad in a different way - empty.
She was surprised at the voice that greeted her while she was trying to figure out what to draw around her. It probably showed on her face when she looked up, even though she tried real hard to hide it.
"O-oh. Uh-huh," she replied. With how little she saw of him now, she had started to assume she'd done something bad and he didn't want to talk to her anymore. Now that he was, she wasn't sure how to react - she didn't want him to stop talking to her again, but she also didn't know what she'd done in the first place. "I - I don't know what to draw, though."
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Date: 2013-08-31 05:39 pm (UTC)She was surprised at the voice that greeted her while she was trying to figure out what to draw around her. It probably showed on her face when she looked up, even though she tried real hard to hide it.
"O-oh. Uh-huh," she replied. With how little she saw of him now, she had started to assume she'd done something bad and he didn't want to talk to her anymore. Now that he was, she wasn't sure how to react - she didn't want him to stop talking to her again, but she also didn't know what she'd done in the first place. "I - I don't know what to draw, though."