“No, don’t,” I turned to her, then back to the drawing. Maybe, it was good. A reminder to never be that way again. I needed it to burn into my mind. To remind me that I needed hope, life and light. I stared at it for a while, refusing to believe that she was the one who did such a beautiful work. But again, she was the only one standing there with paint in her hands and the only one who could easily come to the studio. When I was finally able to pull my gaze away from the drawing, I turned to her and found that she was back to what she was doing before. I watched her move her brush, watched her make different expressions on her beautiful face and most of all, she concentrated on what she was doing. Seeing no need to disturb her further, I left her alone and walked away. Satisfied and happi
