Closer.

Musa has only drawn me 37 times... He's been drawn 177 times in just 3 months.

What if she completely stops drawing me..

What if she erases me!?

I started tearing up watching her finish drawing him with that same smile she had when she first drew him.

I can't believe her, she was my guardian, I was her full attention, she doesn't even draw me on her hand or arm anymore, I can't even track where she is when she's out, it's just him, him, him and him.

I've known him for 3 months now and he still tries to flatter me everyday like I'm some girl?

He doesn't understand that.. I'll soon be gone if he's still here..

I felt tears streaming down my cheeks and buried myself out of the frame, I can't show him my disgusting crying face, I have no reason living if I'm not seen as the definition of beautiful..

-Hey, are you okay?

I barely heard what he said but I calmed myself down.

My tears had soaked into my hands and my eyes drying gave my brain the signal that I'll be okay, I lifted my head up and looked past him and on the mirror in my direction.

Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD

My eyes were puffy and the pencil strokes on my face turned blurry...

I ruined myself.. I ruined myself..I'm not beautiful anymore, yet again I dropped my head down but the tears were too strong to hold back, they watered down my face and I was fading, my sobbing turned heavier and heavier...

-Why are you crying? He said.

I lifted my head up for my right eye to see him have a worried expression.

-Stop crying okay? I'll come to you.

I saw how he slowly scooted to the side of the frame leaving his side and arrived to my side.

I was curled up still sobbing and my precious pencil strokes still fading from the tears, my head lifted up with my eyes staring at him still having tears gusting out. He started opening his arms exposing his chest to me and hugged me.

My arms wrapping around his torso and his arms wrapping around mine. My sobbings slowly turned lighter and my face began drying up, even after my meltdown I didn't let go, my brain wanted the comfort I had been seeking for years, I realised then that the feeling of being created stopped my cravings for comfort and helped my loneliness.

Being held for the first time made me want to stay like this for the rest of Musa's life.

I wanted to be drawn hugging him.