Draw The Lines Of My Soul ii

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Harmony

I chew on my lip as I stare at the items of clothing I had laid out on the bed, deciding on what to wear. It’s just to draw Harmony, not a date! I try to remind myself. I sigh and opt for the floral dress.

The night air is cold, and so I choose to pair the frock with a yellow furry sweater and let my curly hair flow freely to aid in warmth.

I grab my sketchpad and a pouch with my artistic instruments, then quickly shoot Collum a short text before heading out.

As I walk down the hallway, I can’t ignore the gob of guilt growing inside me. My mom may not be able to see me, but my dad is probably up there watching me at this very moment. Heading to a boy’s dorm...alone. I try to convince myself that it’s just to draw and that there is no funny business involved in it, but it’s still not enough to silence my yapping conscience.

I bite my lip and stop in my tracks, con