Jack - Sarah Illustrates

Outside the studio window a rainstorm drifts in. Sarah keeps drawing. The rain writes silver on the glass and gives her courage to press harder, to darken the shadows under Jack’s jaw, to add the faint worry line between his brows. As the graphite moves, so do the things they never say aloud. She draws a cigarette tucked behind his ear—habit, not habit—and then erases it, deciding she prefers the idea of him without.