A few days later Rogue found a second picture, slid under her door like the first. This one showing her in what she had dubbed her 'modern day Viking' look from the days before.
The picture her oozed confidence and strength, two things she really hadn't been feeling that day. What she had been feeling though, was in the eyes. She had never seen such expressive eyes on a drawing, maybe it was the fact that the eyes were the only feature that had colour but they seemed to leap from the page, radiating melancholy, reservation, a detachedness from life around her, even a touch of sorrow.
She hated her eyes, they always gave away what she was trying to hide, she didn't like the eyes on this picture. The way they stared directly at the viewer was disconcerting.
With a shrug she set the second picture down on top of the first, this time face down, before she left her room.
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