Jessica From Art Class

Thinking about this art class I took when I was 12 where I didn't really learn anything but I DID meet a girl named Jessica who is to this day the only person who's ever caught onto the implications of some of the weird vague stuff I say (she has my utmost respect for this). When we met she called me out for being an obsessive fangirl before promptly coming over to sit next to me. She knew I was a ship-obsessed fictionkin freak and still wanted to talk to me(?). She was really good at drawing (and at least drew like a furry, so I'm 90% certain she wasn't entirely without cringe) and mildly edgy ("this paint is black. Like my soul") and I miss her every day even though if she still thinks of me at all it is undoubtedly in the same way I think of James from high school who kinned William Afton, which is to say with a sense of morbid yet reverent fascination