I thought I had lost myself forever. My name is Haruki, a high school student. Drawing used to be my world, my escape, my voice. But after my mother passed away, everything inside me went silent. I'd open my sketchbook and close it without drawing a single line. It felt like the colors had abandoned me.
The strange encounter. One autumn day, I walked into an old library I'd never visited before. It was nearly abandoned, but something inside pulled me in. A strange book titled The Shadow Between the Lines. I opened it and found nothing but blank pages. But when I touched the first page, a drawing appeared. A sketch of my sorrow, as if the book could see me.
I started returning to the library every day. Each page I touched revealed an image from deep within me. My fear, my loneliness, even the joyful moments I shared with my mom. I began to draw again, not just in the book but in my life. Colors returned to my sketchbooks, my canvases, even my room.
The school's art exhibition arrived and I decided to submit one painting. I drew a small child holding his mother's hand in a field of flowers. People stood in silence before it. Even my teacher, Misaki, teared up and said, Haruki, this isn't just art, it's healing. After the exhibition, a little boy came up to me and said, Your painting made me want to draw for the first time. That's when I understood I wasn't drawing to escape, I was drawing to return to life and to help others find light too.
I closed the book, smiled, and whispered to myself, When we're lost, sometimes all we need is a blank page to begin again. The End.
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