Oct 20, 2017
“He... Never even said goodbye” she whispered Her mind racing as she thought of the last time her kissed ‘er, Before tears begun streaming down her face, Her cold and collected facade now a carcase, Her hands in fists, she felt him hold her, However this compared to the swirling storm before, she’d prefer,” Inktober Day 20: Deep (Gonna repost this with an explanation as to who I drew and why, it’ll be a mini-essay, aka why I’ll have this version if people just want to repost the art)
