»Some goodbyes are not ends but releases.« My new drawing is finally done. Let me know what you’re thinking looking at this. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
(Open RP, be the mermaid who finds her) I curled up beneath the water, hoping to drown. Tears streamed down my face as I gathered the courage to breathe in. I choked loudly and looked up as I heard a small voice. "Hello?" The dark haired mermaid asked.