Where do you go all the time ?

she asks, with her eyes glossed red, and her pillow stained in tears and makeup.

"there's another... isn't there?" she asks trembling, petrified of what she'd soon hear.

after a long pause, and a deep breathe he responds...

"yes, a previous love, but it's not how you think."

she stumbles out of the bed with a horrified expression on her face

"how could you?" she sobs "how could you destroy everything we've built ?"

he tried to reach for her arm as she stormed towards the door

"no, sweetie, I'm serious... it's not what you think. She's..."

she grabbed her purse and with a slam of the door she dissapeared

"...dead." he sighed to himself, while collapsing on the bed.



Bleh, I feel the story almost takes away from the picture, loses some of it's meaning... in a sense. It's kind of too unintentionally similar to The Corpse Bride, but I had it in my head and wanted to get it out. Don't be a hater *smirk*


This picture was done entirely with Ball Point Pens. Black, Red, and Blue.