Separate names with a comma.
He studied the room thoughtfully.
"By. A. Dog."
The drawings were lighter and happier. As time went on, she would find herself in the drawing. At first, it was only little things, like small...
"I love you too," she murmured, moving closer.
He followed, looking around thoughtfully.
"Uh huh. I'm being replaced."
He frowned, watching the progression. When they got to the time he met her, the amount of drawing dropped off suddenly. It was about a month...
She looked at him keenly before bending her head to kiss his neck again,
He nodded slowly. "Okay."
"Gabe," she chided. "I kiss that face."
As she went through the folders nearing to when he met her, the images grew sadder and sadder.
She pulled him close, planting small kisses on his skin.
"It makes me feel oddly... I don't know. Worried."
Petra exited the cafe, holding their drinks and two little bags. She raised an eyebrow.
The drawings were charcoal, and they were mostly figures. He drew a lot of people, but their faces were drawn and worried. The date was marked as...
She hesitated, pulling away from him slightly, her nose brushing his. "It's... I know. It's alright. We're both just doing our best."
He hesitated, looking down at the ground. "Huh. That's weird. Maybe not."
The dog beamed, licking his face emphatically.
He passed her a collection of folders, getting back into bed.
She nodded appreciatively, kissing a small line along his jaw.
