A Fellow Escapist ;;
"Oh? Yes I stopped for a bit, it can be very tiring on my hands if I keep drawing and donât stop." She lightly smiled to the boy seeming a bit amused at how he was stating the obvious. She had her sketch book neatly tucked underneath her hands that were sitting neatly in front of her.
It was strange, trying to connect with a person who spoke as little as he did, but they seemed to be doing quite alright, all things considered. He was terrible at small talk, so truly, it was somewhat of a struggle to speak to her. But, he would still give it an attempt, unless she showed disinterest. She seemed protective of that book, though he couldnât blame her, he did notice the way her hands covered it, as if keeping prying eyes at bay. âHave you⌠ever thought of showing anyone your art?â
Chidori never showed anyone her sketchbooks, her drawings had every emotion that she felt and everything about her. "Oh no I could never show anyone my drawings. No one would understand them." She could only imagining on showing someone she completely trusted and cared about, but she didn't think she would ever feel that way about anyone. Since she did fear attachment.
