The next, Joy... I appeared to be eating spaghetti with an unhealthy amount stuck in my mouth right at the moment as the picture was drawn. I couldn't help but conclude that Jude had an incredible visual memory, not to mention his style and expressive skills. I hated to admit, that these were very impressive works, even if they were made without my permission. I stared at the pieces in awe, trying to collect myself.
Sorrow... It was a little more confusing. I seemed to be just sitting, listening to a lecture, as I could take it from the background, and my face didn't betray much of strong emotion, no tears, or frowns, my features were in their usual state...
Did Jude see me so sad all the time? Well... truth be told, here I kinda look sad. Lonely even. The drawing made my fist clench, s
