Rose POV
I snap my fingers exhaling through my mouth as I look at the half-done portrait. I'm drawing a charcoal and pencil portrait of my parents for their wedding anniversary.
Their wedding anniversary is four days away, I need to finish this as soon as possible.
My hand shakes when I felt him standing behind me.
"How many times have I told you not to scare me," I say knowing very well who is behind me.
I lean down but straighten up with my lips rolled inside my mouth. I turn around to see his torso, look up to see him looking down at me with the usual blank and serious face that I was once scared of.
"Can you take a step back?" I ask him. He doesn't take a step back.
"You need to step back, I need space to lean down..." I say.
Stubborn...
I place my hands flat against his torso
