Once Christopher left the kitchen, Waverly made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. She shut the door behind her and fell back against it, absorbing her encounters with both Christopher and Sawyer that evening. Two completely different interactions in the span of minutes and her emotions were at an all-time high.
Waverly took one final breath and stood, walking to her wardrobe to change for the night. She then threw her sketchpad on the bedspread and sat down. Her hand gripped the pencil, and she instantly began drawing; not the eye, but something different than usual. This image was of the shadowed man. He had no face and she shaded him a very light grey. Beside him, stood another figure as black as soot. She smudged the pencil lines and shading to make it look like there was a bit of
