REALLY IMPORTANT!!!!!

1. I UNDERSTAND THAT SOME OF MY PAST CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN CONFUSING, I HAVE GONE BACK AND EDITED THEM. I HOPE IT ANSWERS YOUR QUESTIONS AND CLEARS SOME OF YOUR CONCERNS. SO IN OTHER WORDS, REREAD THE PAST THREE CHAPTERS BEFORE STARTING THIS ONE!! THAT IS:

-I Become Sawyer's Therapist Pt. 2

-Wind and Glinting Metal

-A Journey Through Time Pt. 1

2. IM SO SORRY THAT I HAVE NOT BEEN UPDATING THAT MUCH. LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY AND I HOPE TO GET BACK ON A MORE REGULAR UPDATING SCHEDULE SOON. I HAVE MOSTLY BEEN TRYING TO PLAN OUT THE REST OF THE STORY SO IT MAKES SENSE.

3. LASTLY IN THIS CHAPTER IS THE ORIGINAL CHARACTER 'Clark' DESIGNED BY IN THE WINNER OF THE OC CONTEST @FlyingAwayFree

LUV YOU ALL

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About a Month After Willow's Funeral:

I duck under the loose board in the fence and enter the clearing. Not expecting to see Sawyer there.

He's under a cedar tree, drawing in his battered sketchbook (that looks like its held together by nothing more than spit, duct tape and human hope).

He doesn't like to show people anything in it.

Which intrigues me.

What does he have to hide?

Sawyer looks up. *Hey Mauni. Whatcha looking for?*

"Nothing, I just like to come here to clear my head"

*It is nice isn't it?*

I nod.

*Look how the paint is peeling off the fence, with the sky and the trees....it would make a great painting*

"You should paint it then, I'd probably buy it" I say with a small smile "But you have to give me half off"

He shakes his head, a smirk settling on his features. *No, you in particular have to pay double. Just because I'm nice like that*

I roll my eyes and sit down next to him.

He quickly shuts the sketchbook.

"Why don't you show people your drawings?"

*I'm not proud of a lot of them. Also some are kinda dark, so it might weird people out*

"You do know you are talking to the girl who recently witnessed a murder and loves gory movies right?"

He laughs (a rare occurrence these days)

*Ok fine I'll show you a few, but you can't judge ok?*

I nod, feeling happy that Sawyer trusts me again.

He opens to a page near the middle of the sketchbook. And thumbs through for a bit, until he begrudgingly shows me a page.

I gasp inwardly

In ball point pen is an almost picture perfect drawing of willow's grave, surrounded by roses of varying shades. He's changed one of the clouds in the sky, making it look vaguely like Willow. She's wispy and has a small smile on her face, as if she's in peace.

"Its beautiful" I say tracing one of the roses lightly

He shows me a few more: A dark angel surrounded by monoliths in pencil, a strange alien creature that glows inwardly in watercolor. A dark hallway in charcoal.

He then stops on one.

Its of a girl. Its drawn extremely carefully in colored pencil.

She has bright green eyes and long wavy auburn hair. She has a constellation of freckles spattered across her face, and a dimple in her right cheek.

Underneath is simply written:

Clark Robinson

Sawyer looks embarrassed.

*She's one of my friends from school* he confessed, *her name is Clark*