What if Bella could remember... and she just didn't realize it?
My pencil moved across the paper, tilted at an angle to shade the last white space. Then I was finally done.
I held my drawing up, a forest with two figures facing each other.
One was a girl. One was a boy. But I could recognize neither.
I sighed as I got up and walked to the wall. With a piece of tape, I posted it beside the other sketches.
These series of drawings were always focused on this boy and this girl, both of which seemed to be figments of my imagination.
The first one was the two sitting at a table. The other was the girl holding a guitar while the boy stands at a distance to watch. The next was the two dining at a restaurant… or a cafeteria. Then the two were sitting behind a waterfall, staring into the afternoon sky.
Then they kissed… This was my favorite picture.
Then they were dancing… I also liked this drawing.
And the last of the series… was a goodbye.
The girl was happy with the boy… I envied her.
And the boy… with every angle that I drew… his eyes seemed detached, cold.
Edward… Come back…
Please?