~Dylan~
My eyes sweep across the entire five foot five of Maeve, memorizing everything that encompasses her like a hungry man starved of food. She looks dead tired, with bags lining her under eyes and despite the fluffy sweatshirt she’s wearing, she still appears to be shivering. Her cognac eyes stare at me warily as she runs her hand through her already mussed up ponytail which doesn’t do much except make her stubborn bangs stick out more. That’s when I notice the pain splatters on her hands and inadvertently my lips curve into a small smile. Just the idea of her standing in front of her easel, doing her things while swaying her hips to whatever beat she’s listening to, the faint reverb of which reaches the door; man, what a sight for the eyes it must be. Ribbons of affection coil in
