Ugly to you, Mine to me

Chapter 49: I Drew Her One Last Time, and This Time She Was Leaving

It took him three hours.

But he drew her.

Not from a photo.Not from memory.But how he imagined she'd look today.

Hair longer.Smile softer.Eyes looking past him.

And this time, for the first time,he drew her walking away.

Not as abandonment.But release.

He left the sketch on her grave.

Weighted with her favorite canned coffee.And a note:

"I'm not letting go of you.I'm just learning how to carry you better."