More micheal Drabble
Micheal sits, pencil in hand he sketches. Drawing lines of her neck as it crests into her hair. His deft fingers flawlessly duplicate the arch of her figure.
Inside his mind, a battle rages. A cold and silent battle as his passions wrestle against his madness.
His fingers fly over the papyrus.Tearing the finished drawing from the pad and leaving it to the floor. Starting another.
His mind surges in sensation as he draws upon his memories of her.
Gritting his teeth, he inhales a breath of air. A new wave of exhaustion. Something had changed. His control was slipping.
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