trampbennett:
a sense of moral well-being coursed through tramp as it was apparent he’d done a good thing with, surprisingly, an absence of any sycophantic intentions (for once). he was taken aback by her obvious defensiveness, not quite understanding why she would want to hide her talent. he was a simple man, perhaps unaware of the complexities of using creativity as a private and personal outlet. “yeah,” he nodded. “why’s that a problem? there’s some good stuff in there. y’should want people to see it.”
“I- This is my p-personal journal,” she sputtered out, hugging the sketchbook to her chest a little more tightly. While she appreciated the compliment on her work, she could not articulate that in this moment of panic. Bonnie was a shy girl and very private. It had taken years before she would even show her own mother her paintings and sketches. She let her heart pour out on these pages, and letting people see that was a very difficult and anxiety-inducing idea.