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First Choice.
Drawing was her way to realeas tension. She was very tense. All this situation, this messed up situation made impossible for her to rest, so all those blank nights she drew.
While drawing, she thought. About her parents, about the Earth, of Sharon, her Sharon, alone. And some of those nights she couldn't bear it. She wanted so bad go back to the Earth, to see Sharon, to share more time with her... But that wasn't possible.
Sometimes she blamed Rush, and hater Rush. So much, she wanted to slap her fist on his face. Break his nose, make his ironic smile fade buried on his own blood. She knew Rush didn't have anyone waiting for him at home, and then her rage abated. Because that, that, was more depressing.
And so she drew, sometimes with anger, or sorrow, or selfpity, other giggling at a funny memory.
At the time passed, she became used to Destiny, and her insomnia faded. She drew less, and organized more. She was less pissed at Rush, at her situation with Sharon, at her surroundings. She started to enjoy her life aboard the ship, just a little.
Still, sometimes, she made time so she could drew. Because Camille Wray's first choice in life always was and always will be an artist.
Author's Notes:
This story came to me after I saw chapter Nº 9, season 1, Life. I hope it wasn't too OoC. Thanks for reading, wish you enjoyed.