Donnis ran into the driveway as soon as she saw Alan approaching. He held a package in his hands that he nearly dropped as she jumped into his arms.
“I didn’t know if you were coming back,” she said.
“I made this for you while I was in France,” he replied.
She ripped it open.
“It’s me!”
“I painted it from memory. I thought of you every night and before every battle. I could always see your face.”
Donnis smiled widely until one detail stood out.
Later that night, she grabbed the painting and a marker.
Should be BROWN eyes.
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