The floor was littered with crumbled, discarded papers, each mound representing her futile attempts of recreating an artistic piece in her friends likeliness.

His eyes are too big, her nose isn’t right, he’s this, she’s that…her own self critiques invaded her thoughts, fuelling her frustration.

She rested her face in the palm of her hands, exhaling a defeated sigh.

”I’m forgetting their faces,” She whispered aloud.