Henrietta sniffed and wiped a tear away. She shuffled through the untrimmed grass to Timothy's grave. Grass had sprouted during the previous two months, but some dirt was still visible.
A single dandelion had sprouted in the middle of the grave.
Henrietta stood for a moment, then spoke quietly. "I miss you." She sighed, hearing someone walking somewhere behind her. She ignored them.
"I love you," she said. "There are so...so many things I want to tell you."
The other person stopped moving. Henrietta continued to speak.
"That letter you wrote to me. And the letters to the kids. How long did that take?" she asked the dandelion.
The other
Henrietta sniffed and wiped a tear away. She shuffled through the untrimmed grass to Timothy's grave. Grass had sprouted during the previous two months, but some dirt was still visible.
A single dandelion had sprouted in the middle of the grave.
Henrietta stood for a moment, then spoke quietly. "I miss you." She sighed, hearing someone walking somewhere behind her. She ignored them.
"I love you," she said. "There are so...so many things I want to tell you."
The other person stopped moving. Henrietta continued to speak.
"That letter you wrote to me. And the letters to the kids. How long did that take?" she asked the dandelion.
The other
Henrietta stood by the empty grave, tears sliding silently down her cheeks. The pastor was speaking, but she was barely aware of anything but the crushing realization that the man she loved was gone.
Her sons and daughter stood on either side of her, and she was holding Scott's hand. He was too little to understand fully what had happened.
Henrietta found herself reaching down into the dirt. She blinked, not fully aware of what she was doing. She tossed the handful of earth onto the coffin. Again, she blinked. When had it been lowered into the grave?
She sniffed, stepping back. She remained stationary, even as everyone came and talked to h
Henrietta cried quietly in a chair in the hospital's waiting room. She felt suffocated. Hospitals didn't get along well with her.
Scott played with a small stuffed giraffe, completely oblivious to what was going on.
Timothy lay on a hospital bed, dying.
A nurse opened a door and called for Henrietta. Henrietta stood quickly and grabbed Scott's hand, following the nurse down a long, white corridor. The nurse, Ladonna, showed them to his room, and left without speaking another word.
Timothy smiled weakly as she entered. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and Henrietta could see a large white bandage wrapped around his chest. He spoke. "I-I," he sai
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S.A.M.D Mission 2
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"I'm trying, babe, but I can't!" Frank grunted.
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Riiiiiing! went the phone.
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Kinda.
My computer broke, and then I forgot my password, and then school started, and all that jazz. So yeah, I've been a tiny bit busy.
I did draw a sorta kinda lifelike-ish picture of Will Graham as portrayed by Hugh Dancy? I'll look into seeing if there are scanners or something big enough to fit the whole sheet of paper, cause it's pretty big.
I dunno.
I'm tired.
I'm going to sleep.
So I've been on every few days or so but I haven't updated or anything. I've been slightly busy.
I drew a self-portrait. It hasn't been graded yet but I think it actually looks pretty okay. And it's still at school.
Also I made a TARDIS with my own three hands and a pot on the potter's wheel (which I gave to :sinsiriuslyamyplz: and a Supernatural mug which was a mold and they're all pretty flipping awesome if I do say so myself.
My last project of the year is calligraphy, and I am planning on writing that one '900 years' quote from Doctor Who.
You know, "In 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important before."
I've already drawn Terezi Pyrope (colored and available for posting) and Dave Strider (who (whom?) I have yet to color). I also want to draw Eridan and Vriska (PATRON TROLL WOO). So that might happen soon.
But it might not, due to Camp Nano. Also school.
So yeah, if you read this, could you leave your opinion on who to draw first and whether or not I should even post Dave or Terezi?
May the Force be with you all.