Am I bored? Yes- do I wanna start a rp-? Also yes-

Meg lets out a sigh as she sat down and looked at all the colors Aaron had and was letting her use. She carefully picks up a brush and starts working.

Aaron would glance up every now and then, then go right back to his sketch. He smiles brightly, seeming to fully relax.

Meg, on the other hand, was completely focused on her picture. Each stroke is deliberate and each color is chosen carefully.

Aaron sighs contently, getting lost in his drawing. He smiles as he finishes it and looks back up to meg.

Meg has a small smile on her face as the colors blend, making a picture of the fountain they had met at when he gave her the picture.

Aaron smiles warmly, tilting his head.

Meg catches sighed his action and smiles back. “What do you think?” she asks. “I can't decide if it's going to be a sunset or a sunrise yet.”

He smiles brightly. “It’s beautiful…”

“Thank you. For everything.” she said sincerely.

He hums. “Its no problem…no need to thank me.” His eyes seemed to shine with his smile.

“No. I do.” she insisted. “I never thought I would be able to… do this. Much less be real friends with someone again.”

He tilts his head. “Well then. Whoever decided to harm you in anyway will not be on my good side if I meet them.”

“No one harmed me.” she assures gently. “But… I suppose I closed myself off from people when my father died and no one has been inclined to befriend me since then.” she admits. “Well, other than yourself.”

He crosses his arms. “Everyone deserves a friend…especially people who need them during their darkest times.”

Meg sighs, nodding at the reply. “I guess so. It probably would have helped if… if I had more friends then.” she agrees softly. “I just thought that if I could be strong enough then… Then it wouldn't hurt so much. That I wouldn't miss him so much.”

Aaron shakes his head. “All that would do is make things worse…make you think you’re alone with your sorrows…”

“Except for my mother, I was alone.” she sighed. “She was the one person who was there for me.”

Aaron sighs, “I’m…so sorry…” he mumbles. “Well…at least you have your mother…”

“You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault.” she assures. “I don't know what I would have done if I had lost her too but I'm glad that we were together and I believe I have grown stronger from… everything.”

Aaron sighs. “Just because you feel stronger doesn’t mean you are…” he whispers. “But…I’m glad that you’ve recovered…even if it’s just slightly.

“How do you mean?” she asks, raising a brow at his hushed words.

He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. “Oh- nothing…”

“No, I want to know.” she says as she puts down her brush and turns to face him. “You can tell me. What did you mean?” she asks again.

He fidgets with his pencil. “Just…remembered something people have…told me all my life…”

Meg nods encouragingly. “What did they tell you?” she asks gently, wondering if was something to do with their perception of his health.

He sighs, “The…same thing I told you…” his gaze went distant.

“Oh.” she says in realization. “I’m sorry.”

He blinks and clears his throat. “Anyway.”

Meg gently takes his hand in hers. “Aaron. I believe that you have grown stronger too.”

He sighs, “If only you knew…” he whispers, shaking his head.