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 after he met her that he started drawing again. Wide expanses of water lapping at the bay. Sparkling fish scales against the sand. The old wooden dock.
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 shells she left around the apartment, or her shoes by the door. Eventually, however, pictures of her integrated into the images. She was laughing. She was smiling. She was lying on the couch. Other things would fill the pieces of paper, but in most of them, something would indicate her presence.
She closed the folder and set it gingerly on the bedside table, kissing his jaw. "You're an amazing artist."
