Once I couldn’t hear her anymore, that emotional dam broke. Heavy, wet sniffles. Sobs. Apologies…so many apologies. They were the only words that could seem to spill out of my mouth as I blubbered through it all. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’msorryI’msorry. And I cried until I couldn’t breathe. * * * I couldn’t stop it, it was just rushing out of me. My big shirt was soaked, my knees were wet, my hands to the wrists were, too. This was all my fault. ---------- A snapshot from Demi's story. If this pic makes you curious and you wanna know more, you can go check it out over here! Mind the tags, of course, and don't feel obligated to consume content that makes you uncomfortable.
Art by Mimisrol who just nailed this. Took the time to read the story, put all the emotion I wanted into this piece, it's...just so good. I couldn't be happier with how this came out. Absolutely goes for the background too...the devoid, threadbare look. The milk carton nightstand, the mug (aaaaa, the mug was such a nice detail!!). I love this. And I love my little trauma dumpling too, even though things aren't the greatest for her right now.
I left a comment on the story so I will leave one here too. I have a feeling that any of my characters that knew her would say F-everyone else and go sit right beside her at lunch and share their fries with her and totally be friends. I am sure a few like Marble and Ivan would probably flip off the whole damn lunchroom when they did it too.
I left a comment on the story so I will leave one here too. I have a feeling that any of my characte
Kars would probably flip them off and shout, "You all suck!" and then sit down beside her and say "What's up hot stuff want some fries? Cool wings can ya fly with them or are they just to make ya look cooler?" you know to break the ice and stuff.
Kars would probably flip them off and shout, "You all suck!" and then sit down beside her and say "W
