A/N: Part three of the short story rejects. I meant to call this The Journal, but I decided that it was too boring of a name.

Come.

I am blank, empty.

Pour your ideas into me.

I will help them come to life.

Tell me about your day.

I will listen.

Use me to express your grief.

I will cry with you.

Create dragons, wizards, knights in shining armor.

I will keep them safe for you.

Draw the people you deeply love.

I won't let you forget them.

Don't be afraid to tell me anything.

I will always stay by you.

I am blank, empty.

Come.