(A/N: Haha, almost forgot to update this chapter today! :S With my prayer group and my internet 'wedding', I've been strangely busy. Well then. Forgive my asshole behaviour and enjoy this chapter! :P Love you guys!)
Warnings: Nothing. Well, that I've noticed of, anyways. xD
Disclaimer: Hey waiter? Uh, yeah, i'd like a bowl of chicken and corn soup and a soft piece of bread with extra NOPE on top? Thanks. Cheque please.
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There was a single light source in Killian's house that night. A bright, cream-coloured lamp sat on his desk, covered in layers of dust. But he cared not. His work at hand was far more important right now.
Eraser touching up, sharp, short strokes of pencils of many a colour and intensity. Constant looking up, looking down, the rose sitting prettily in a vase, though in the drawing he portrayed it differently, it was important that each little curve and edge had to be perfect. Had to be as it was. All the other roses had died. He'd chosen this one because of its perfect imperfection. The one that almost got stepped on.
The one that was special.
When the finished product was actually done, he smiled and stood back to clearly look at his work. Run by admiration and love - because it was in vain to deny in now - and so much determination.
That was what made the drawing so unique, so much more of something he'd always wanted. Paper scraps lay on the ground, representing his regrets and broken dreams, though he picked them up and threw them away, out of his mind, forcing himself to become more faithful and strong. It was those that were holding him down from that flower he sought.
But, as I always say...
..Pictures speak louder than words.
And damn were they yelling for him to finally take a stand, take a chance, and finally... go for it.
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(A/N: Hope you liked or, at best, loved it perhaps? ^.^ Oh, and there's something new that'll happen on Monday (or Sunday, depending) in this story. I'll be on camp from Monday to Wednesday, and hell I know I'm going to be tired as frick. And hey, don't ruin the place while I'm gone, okay? :P)
And stay tuned for the next chapter of...
~ Looking After You ~