Aurora’s P.O.V
So…our plan of skipping school, didn’t exclude completing our homework. Which was why, Riley and I sat on the table that evening, and I helped him with his art project that he had to show to school the next day.
I had no idea what tomorrow was going to bring, so I had stopped trying to care about school for the moment, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t help my little brother.
I sat beside Riley, watching as his hands moved across the page, his fingers tirelessly blending colors, bringing life to the image in his mind. The scent of pastels and freshly sharpened pencils lingered in the air, mixing with the faint hint of soap on his skin. He was always so focused when he painted, his brows furrowing in deep concentration, his lips slightly parted, lost in a world of his own.
