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I’m not sure if this is your style or not… but I tried with the past tense!
Rueben leaned back in his desk chair; eyes fixed on the blank page in front of him. The first page of a sketchbook always had been the hardest, after all. He ran his hand down its rough surface. Dim candlelight illuminated the two with a yellow glow. Reuben bent closer to his work, dipping the tip of his pen in a well of coal black ink. The first pageā¦what goes on the first page? Reuban touched his pen onto the rough paper. He brought it back up, furrowing his eyebrows in indecision. I suppose something you loveā¦ or someoneā¦
Reubenās focused face cracked a wide smile. Fond memories of Anna Grace flitted through his mind. Her long brown hair, pretty smile, and sweet nature. The candlelight flickered as a stiff breeze blew through the open window. It fluttered his paper up from the table, blowing back his hair. Reuben smoothed out his page once again, drawing the pen carefully over its surface. He smiled. I suppose itās embarrassing to draw a girl on your first pageā¦ but who caresā¦ Itās someone I love. Besides, itās not like anyone is here to make fun of me for itā¦
Reuben stopped, the memory of his brothers scattered across the world bringing a frown to his face. He shook his head, as if to dislodge the memories. The worries. The pain. Annaās face stared back at him from the page. Not half as nice looking as Anna. Reuben closed the sketchbook with a sigh, ever one to criticize his own work. Another gust of wind blew through the window, scattering unfinished sketches and notes across the floor. Rueben reached over his desk to shut the window. He stood, looking around the empty apartment. Emptyā¦ and missing something. It didnāt feel like home here, even after nearly four weeks. It takes time to meet people and make friends in a new placeā¦ but nothing will ever replace my family. Rueben gathered up his papers and sketches, sliding the sketchbook into itās designated slot of his shelf. Iāll see them one day. It just might be awhile.
"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
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