He didn't understand; she had asked him who he was and had fled anyways. His sadness flared into anger as he moved through the halls of the school until he stood in front of the window from where she had fled. Her blood, her essence was on the sill. He wanted to touch it, to stay with it, but more than that, he wanted to touch her; to stay with her forever.
Creepy Ravell being creepy again. I actually wasn't planning on painting to fit with that little piece of writing, but it did. Another one of my quick grayscale sketches.
5 years, 4 months ago
06 Jul 2013 20:59 CEST
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