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The world has seemed to fall away for her. She's done her damnedest to stop thinking about the past. It isn't working so she probably looks a tiny bit flushed, like she's getting sick. Only thing is, she's not. Determined to put her mind on something else she orders a cup of hot chocolate from the bar and then finds a nice booth to sit at. There she sets a sketchpad down and just starts sketching. Even though she could easily sketch the people around her, she doesn't. Some people might not like it and she isn't going to intrude. So instead a lot of the drawings become landscape drawings.
Hopefully none of them turn out to be drawings of the night she died. That would be bad and would be something that would need a serious distraction. Although, those are welcome too. Anything to keep her mind off of what happened that night.
Hopefully none of them turn out to be drawings of the night she died. That would be bad and would be something that would need a serious distraction. Although, those are welcome too. Anything to keep her mind off of what happened that night.