It had been days since Raven’s funeral and I was still finding it hard to cope without her around. Without her near us. I found myself sleeping in her room because everything still had her scent on it.
Zeke knew that if I wasn’t in my room then I would be in hers. But he walked in there one day and caught me going through her desk.
“What’s that?” Zeke asked.
“A sketch book. Did you know that she could draw?” I asked.
“No. I never saw her drawing.” He said. So I showed him the sketch that Raven had done of him and it was so lifelike. It had captured every aspect of him that it was unmistakable. And it was a brilliant masterpiece.
“It’s dated two days after she got here.” I said.
“When she hated me? I thought I’d at least have devil horns or something in it.” Zeke said.
“No. I
