She clutches her sketchbook to her chest as she sees you peering over. "S-sorry, I just wanted to see what you were drawing" you stammer as she frowns. "You might see more than you bargained for if you go staring at peoples thoughts" pouts the girl.
(Open RP I'm the girl. Be the one to heal her heart. Any gender is fine) I stitch my heart he had broken me. He had left me for dead. I need someone to heal my heart before I die. I look around the park in hope of an idea as I tie the stitches carefully.
Every once in a while, she just breaks down, sometimes for no reason. She always makes sure that no one is around and the only one who can see her is her father, who shines down on her through the window.<< Gorgeous description, and beautiful drawing.