Loose papers and a charcoal crayon lay cluttered while on the right side of the table stood a neatly closed plastic box which contained a clamp binder. She let the pages run over her thumb, flipping through several sketches and completed works of sights from all over the world, drawn with a charcoal crayon. They were really artistic, almost photo-realistic. At the end of the binder she found a note: One day I’ll show you the world.
“It’s his sketchbook,” She mumbled, absent-minded, too much absorbed in her thoughts, 'One day I’ll show you the world'. He knew that she liked traveling, but couldn’t afford any trips... If only he knew that she only wanted to see the world with him and through his eyes, and now that he is gone, the world is not worth seeing or even living in...
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