"I cannot look at the future that we’re now being denied and admit that we could have had anything other than the friendship I already know. If I look down that road which is now closed and see something else there, always glimpsed but never reached for, never acknowledged, it might really break me for good.
But this isn’t about me. If he needs it, then it’ll be said. And God help me."
So basically I'm just surprised I finished painting this without crying. Then again, I have calmed down tremendously since yesterday so... (though for some reason THIS SONG just happened to come up on my ipod and I swear I was this close to involuntarily chuck my computer out the window).
It's a pity I ended up cropping half the pic because I didn't like how it was coming out. Nevertheless, I was going for a more peaceful take instead of angst...I really hope I captured that in here. OH and, sorry about the wrong hairstyle on Sherlock, the image is actually flipped so~
I cry everytime I read, I mean think about this this fanfiction. And this is just not helping. Oh dear god, I cannot stop. And-and the line you chose and-and the drawing and-and-and *sobs*
This fanfiction has ruined me, and you helped. Yep! It's actually really good and I am incredibly jelly of your skills but NOPE NOPE CRYING NOW DYING NOW
NOPE
NOPE
CRYING NOW
DYING NOW