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, 

weakness…

and guilt.


How I pictured this ending.

Because some days I like to draw the fluffiest silliest Black sh*t.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

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