[He stops drawing for a long moment, staring down at the page. He can't draw this. It's pretty; she's pretty, so of course he had to draw her that way. But nothing that he feels right now is pretty, or pleasant, or fun. He's not fooling anyone, least of all himself.
Finally he turns the page, moving on from the half-finished portrait, and starts a few silhouette- a body in the midst of black, vague and featureless except for an open, screaming mouth.
...Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, either. He's starting to tremble, hand jerking against the page and smudging the lead.]
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Finally he turns the page, moving on from the half-finished portrait, and starts a few silhouette- a body in the midst of black, vague and featureless except for an open, screaming mouth.
...Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, either. He's starting to tremble, hand jerking against the page and smudging the lead.]