Pendulum
She found him sitting on the floor, surrounded by a dozen of equally beautiful drawings, some inked, some half way through. The long sleeves of his grey T-shirt were rolled up carelessly and his fine brow was furrowed in concentration.
“I can’t choose the cover.” He muttered when she crouched by him to kiss his temple.
She noticed his
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