I’m almost there, almost at the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because just for a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name.
And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off.”
I’ve had a really emotionally draining week, and I was in the mood to make some melancholy art. I drew this scene a few years back, here it is: [link]
Went with a different approach, tried out a grey color scheme.