I’ve felt myself dying in a hospital bed without you. I’m going to be okay. I know that I hurt, and I can imagine how you feel; I’ve experienced the entire spectrum of emotions regarding us and now here I am and there you are. Why relive that shit over and over again?
So — YOU’VE got 30 seconds left. Where are you? What are you doing? Who are you with? Do you love or hate the person? Is the person you?
I sighed deeply. “Okay… then I’ll TRY to draw him, but I’m NOT an artist,” I stressed. I attempted a Spiderman and, realizing that his own attempt couldn’t possibly be worse than mine, the little member took the pen from my left hand and drew a much better portrayal beside the version I’d doodled.