[h3][color=lightblue]| Levi[/color][/h3]

	Looked up, her hand in depth with the scenery around her as her hands dance, her imagination creating her drawings. Her markings were light and fixed, the sketch was almost perfect, barely any erasing marks as she drew. The lady had brung her order without even noticing as she was too focused on the drawing. Seemingly a soft melody played within her mind as she drew, drawing the things that always stood out to her, the things that were always seemed to be weird within this world...but weren't actually weird at all, she drew the things that were sad, depressing, and happy. Her love of art was unstoppable and would never stop, not even by her father's words. Passing through multiple pencils as she drew, her vicinity was now simply...black and white, her mind was playing her drawings, she smiled...but was interrupted by the door opening, her rush of imagination suddenly stopped as she looked up...Winston.

	The most fascinating of the group, he was like the perfect mix of introvert and extrovert. Her sketchpad was mostly drawings of him, he was her muse. His looks didn't bother him, seemingly everyone was dependent on there looks to do basically anything, but-...but Winston has the strong heart, the heart of a human, the heart of someone who doesn't cares...but cares. She frowned as the lady gave him an oddly disgusted look, she could hear his voice calling out her name, waving her hand towards him, " Hi Winston... " Her voice was quiet, cracky, and...broken, like a record that barely could play anymore, Winston was the only one that she could really speak to without...being incredibly judged by.

	" Hows life? " She asked him, but...that wasn't the real question, she had always wanted to know how he can bare the strange looks, the quiet whispers, but...she was always too shy to even ask those questions as she would feel that he would be offended by such questions. It...was now silence, she flipped the page of her sketchpad and began drawing him, it may be weird...or odd to do so, but she always felt like she needed to. A person that can seemingly hold so many compliments needs to be noticed. 

	And once again, her pencils tip lightly touched the paper, correcting the detail of his bandages surrounding his face, ' A human, the try definition of being strong, Winston...how are you so strong? ' Her words echoed in her mind, staying silent as she drew him on the sketchpad, worrying that he would be weirded out by her strange actions. 
	
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And also a drawing of Winston Sitting infront of her
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