Shortlisted for Neil Gaiman’s February Tale from Calendar of Tales :3
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This artwork has been accepted to be printed and distributed by INPRNT.
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i want to travel. i’m not interested in cities and ruins. i want to see nature. i want to see stars. i want wilderness. i want quiet stretches of land that are empty of people. i want to go where i can experience God’s beautiful creation, unaltered by man, and just be in awe.
my dad said it’s possible that we’ll take a week long or possibly two week long trip on a sailboat around the virgin islands. i think it sounds positively heavenly. i hope this happens.
Ashi: “They’re selling like hot potatoes.”
these last few days are proving impossible… i just want to go home.
I look at my ukulele longingly and my fingers itch to play. I want to strum until my fingers bleed. But when I pick it up, my heart drops and my breath quickens and my fingers tremble. I put the ukulele away and think that maybe I can come back to it some other time. It’s too soon.
As I listen to music, that song comes on. I’m paralyzed as memories flood my mind. A familiar pain and melancholy sweeps over me. I quickly change the song. It’s too soon.
I’m cleaning my room and find the book I checked out a few weeks ago. I want to read it, but I know I couldn’t without getting teary eyed. I have to return that book. It’s too soon.
I miss you. Everything reminds me of you. Even a single word gets me choked up. What have I done? I’ve ruined it. I wish things could have turned out differently.
But they couldn’t have. Things turned out the way they did for a reason. Maybe this will make you a better person. Maybe this will make me a better person. Only time will tell. I hope we can be friends again some day, but I won’t keep my hopes up. I’ve hurt you too much. And now, I’m hurting. (Why didn’t I change or fix things when I could? Why did I pull away? Didn’t I know how much I’d hurt the both of us?)
I don’t expect forgiveness…
I just wanted to tell you that I miss you.