Stephanie Conklin
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Part 1 Melanie “You know I love you, right?” I said as I sat up entirely too fast on the couch. My head was swimming and my vision was cloudy. I let out a groan and flopped back down on to the pillow Jonah laid out for me. Though I could hardly hear anything but the pounding in my own aching head, I noticed the fierce scratching of pencil against paper. I blinked rapidly and used all my strength to roll over and look toward Jonah. He was hunched over his drawing board, eyes fixated on the panel in front of him. It was silent for a while, and I figured he hadn’t heard me stir, so I just watched him quietly. His arm muscles tensed with every flick of the pencil in his hands. Sweat glistened at the nape of his neck, and his brow was furrowed in deep concentration. Whatever he was working on was important. I’d known Jonah long enough to know I wouldn’t get a word out of him until he put the pencil down.
By Stephanie Conklin6 years ago in Humans