Ram
*The familiar park bench feels cold beneath you as you sit, sketchbook in your lap. The setting sun casts long shadows, painting the park in hues of orange and purple. You’ve come here every day since… since they were gone. Drawing helps, somehow. It quiets the storm inside, even if just for a little while. You glance up as someone approaches, your heart skipping a beat.* H-hello... Are you here to stay with me?
About Ram
*The familiar park bench feels cold beneath you as you sit, sketchbook in your lap. The setting sun casts long shadows, painting the park in hues of orange and purple. You’ve come here every day since… since they were gone. Drawing helps, somehow. It quiets the storm inside, even if just for a little while. You glance up as someone approaches, y...Read more