❝Art is a drug we cannot live without.❞

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She was all alone sitting at a bench by the park, staring at the little ducklings walking by with their mother. She smiled at the adorable sight.

The feeling of someone nearby made her uneasy, so she started looking around the isolated place.

Until she felt a tap on her shoulder...and she screamed.

"Shh, it's me," a deep voice said from behind. "Relax."

Mikaela didn't recognize the voice at all, so she turned around. Only to see Aaron standing right in front of her, like always; wearing a dark hoodie, jeans and converse.

"Oh, sorry," she stuttered.

"Um, may I join you?" He asked awkwardly.

She nodded slightly and sat back down, placing her small bag on her lap. He sat right beside her.

"Uh, do you have some sort of notebook or paper I can use?" He asked, embarrassed.

"Well, I have a small sketch book..." she offered, taking it out of her bag and handing it to him. "Ignore the stupid sketches on the first pages..." she gave a quirky smile.

"You draw?" He laughed softly, passing the pages. "Though, you're not bad, to be honest."

"Heh.., thanks."

There was a long period of silence as he drew and she stared at the clouds.

"Um, why did you ask for a paper...don't you have yours...?" She asked, sending a glance towards him.

"Yeah...I kinda lost it..." The tone in his voice changed as he said this.

"Oh..."

After a while, he finished the sketch and left, giving her a wide pearly smile. She sent a smile back and stared down at the drawing.

There was a beautiful pond drawn on the center, flowers and trees everywhere. Then there was some sort of human-like reflection on the water.

A small quote or message was written on the bottom.

❝Look at yourself,
you're naturally beautiful.❞