Um. This picture was left in the bottom of my schoolbag for a week. ~*Eyes dart*~ I'm doing a better version of it later. This is -also- about the same story as 'The Colour Of Her Hair' is. The line from my story that I was thinking about when I drew this picture was 'I walked alone that night. For the first time my dearest friend wasn't here. For the first time I missed her ramblings of what the stars were, and for the first time I knew what it was like to be afraid.'