The things I can’t say. can’t write
And these drawings I never bring myself to share.
of all things, and even after a whole year after coming back, White still doesn’t get Black’s cutting. He understands and mostly can predict everything Black does, good and bad. But the self-inflicted wounds is beyond him.
Not having been there for 2 years and coming back to see this unfathomable change in Black keeps White up at night, swinging between feelings of pain,
How I pictured this ending.
Because some days I like to draw the fluffiest silliest Black sh*t.
Enjoy it while it lasts.