Chihiro
"How was school?"
I answered my mother with non-committal noise and headed up to my room. I sat on my window seat and wondered if Haku had ever gotten away from the bath house. I hope so. I hope to see hi again. Maybe I'll visit the Kohaku Rive one day.
I sigh and pull my sketchbook out. At least I could see him there. Well his spirit form anyway. I still couldn't get his face. I decided to draw his hand holding mine as we ran across the bridge while I tried to hold my breath. I smiled, at least I could draw the back of his head pretty well.
I flipped through my sketchbook. it was mostly scenes from my time at the bath house but at the very beginning were a few still lifes and some landscapes. I think I might take up painting too. I really like the idea of putting my work in color on a larger surface.
Kohaku
Tomorrow.