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The eyes were so sad - practically haunting. Justin studied the portrait that Lindsey's friend had given him, relating to it in a way that wrenched at his gut and wrung it inside out.
Was that what his friends and family saw when they looked into his own eyes? Did he really want to go on feeling like that, day after day? Could he ever dare to be creative again?
Very slowly, he neared the electronic crayola box, cursing his earlier harshness toward Brian.
Brian observed from the bedroom, breathing a sigh of relief. His Sunshine would heal in due time.