Temporary Touches
Preface (Re-write): Ripping Up The Past
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The drawing that laid on the old twin bed was finally finished. It had been worked deliberately on for a week now and all the details and thoughts and emotions that were put into piece were placed perfectly among the page. The artist's shaking hand ran slowly across a child that was drawn. This child looked to be about six-maybe seven-years old. She was drawn in profile so you could only see about half of her face. Her curly light-colored hair was tossed over her shoulder and her head laid against a car window. She looked to be sleeping, but if you looked close enough, you could see the slight quirk of her lips that hinted at the beginnings of a smile.
Although the girl seemed to be the centerpiece of the picture, there was another person in the car. The driver. This girl was much older than the last-probably around sixteen. Her hair was curly also and a bit darker. This child was well awake and for good reason too, not that it would have made much of a difference.
The artist, and the second girl in the drawing, sighed. She was tempted to crumble the picture, as she had done with all the ones like it, but something held her back. She had worked extremely hard on it and it was nearly perfect so why not keep it? But, then again, it would only bring back painful memories of the death of her sister. WWJD?
No, not "What would Jesus do" but "What would Jonathan do". Or, as she would prefer, "What would old Jonathan do" since he obviously isn't himself anymore. In fact, she had nicknamed the new Jonathan after her cold-hearted ex-boyfriend, Sebastian. She knew it was harsh considering Sebastian had gone to jail for domestic abuse, but she thought Jon deserved it.
"Clary! Come on! We gotta go!" she heard Jon shout from downstairs. Clary heaved another sigh and glanced over the picture, trying to decide what to do with it. Clary watched as her hands picked it up and held it in front of her face. She placed both hands at the top and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting to hear the satisfying rip. It never came though. She let one of her eyes open and take a peak before opening the other.
"Clary! Now!"
She snatched up the fallen picture and stuffed it in a drawer to deal with later. And it stayed there, undamaged.
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