An image of her and Abbie, laughing, and it looks so lifelike. Dozens more of them, together. Of her laughing, frowning. From both sides, from behind.

I don’t know what we would do without her.

Dated right after Abbie’s birthday, and it’s her mouth. She really never thought of her own mouth as sensual, but it looks like it here.

In all of the drawings – her lips smiling, pursed, slightly parted.

I can’t stop thinking about it. About her mouth. What would happen if she did kiss me? What would happen if I liked it?

And I know I’d like it.

Thank god it didn’t happen.

An image of her in September, sketched with a backpack, her hair pinned up.

It’s not just a backpack. I feel like this backpack is just like our entire relationship – Caroline is the most naturally thoughtful person and she –

She could have any woman in the world and Any Woman would be the luckiest person in the world.

She flips again, and it’s her – sleeping. It might be the most detailed image of her she’s ever seen. The blanket is rumpled over her waist, her shirt rumpled, and the skin of her waist is on display. It looks soft even in the drawing.

It’s the morning after the first night of Girl’s Weekend, she realizes with the date. Not drawing the woods from the view from the window at all.

I love her body. I can’t stop staring. I get it. The curve of her waist. The fullness of her breasts. Her hands. I just, get it. Desire. True, sheer desire.

Holy… Caroline just feels breathless with it all, and she can’t stop flipping through them. Every part of her body has been drawn.

It ends on a drawing of her eyes. So detailed, and she stares down, knowing that it’s herself looking back.

No one has ever looked at me the way she does.

She doesn’t even… she doesn’t know…

“Hannah…”

“I didn’t –” Hannah’s cheeks are bright red, her hands clasped tightly to her knees, as she rolls her eyes at herself. “I didn’t think about you consciously, that way, until Abbie’s birthday. It – I was so thrown. By how much I wanted you.” She takes a deep breath. “Until I looked through my own drawings and saw that maybe it wasn’t so surprising after all. You’ve dominated my mind for… a lot longer than I even knew. I just knew I was so caught by your face. I always have been,” she offers a quick, honest grin, having to take a deep breath before she continues. “I just didn’t realize until I looked back that I didn’t draw you just like I drew other people. Like a building. I drew you… like I would draw a queen. Like I’m in love with you.”