A/N: Please read the first part here
I recognise a few of the odd squiggles that have been printed onto the cold paper in your ‘handwriting’ as you’d called it. The stick rolls between my fingers and I have to force myself to hold it tight and try to recreate the patterns on a separate slate.
My first attempts produce results that make me bite the inside of my cheek, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make me wince and tell myself not to do it again.
There’s frustration on your face once again, and this time, your eyes are shadowed with anger.