We spent one last sunrise together before time stole you away from me. Time was supposed to heal me. Some days I feel like I can start to move on, the night setting in, sleep pulling away my thoughts. But the morning always comes; the sun blazing brightly, burning away the scars to leave the wound open and fresh and seething. Every morning my resolve falters, and I miss you.
Honestly, when I started coloring this I was terrified the final version wouldn't hold up to the original sketch, but I'm so pleased with how this turned out.
That description touched me. It is a beautiful picture, it sort of looks like she is riding on the light itself. Guiding it to you, to light your day, and show you the path since she can't physically be beside you any longer.
That description touched me. It is a beautiful picture, it sort of looks like she is riding on the l
