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yeah. people always tell me it was never my fault, but i've never really been able to forgive myself for it.

Lost a very close friend of mine of ten years, four years ago , only there isn't a place to visit and talk to the air. Thank you for making this even if it hurt, gives me a little bit of peace.

i hope its possible to be able to bring the stars closer to him. even if hes gone, hes upheld the promise of friendship for 10 years, and i want there to be a possibility to pay him back.

may spring always bloom for ted, and these flowers be the stars that lead us closer to another fulfilled promise. it's bittersweet, yet my heart feels warm. thank you for this story, i really like it.

the shirt change, the shrinking panel, the shifted perspective and overgrowth adding to the isolation and grief crying. sobbing. on the floor

Your ability at expression, and emotion, from your color choice to framing, the way everything is detailed and stylized. You can feel how it means to you, your grief and love through the pages. I'm glad you can share that, those emotions and feelings are precious, both good and bad.

You don't have to apologize at all, looking back at these kinds of memories is never easy and the fact that you did it enough to be so vulnerable in your art is genuinely beautiful and worth every ounce of respect. I hope you never feel like you need or have to make art, only that you want to.

i would hope not, but i hope the good parts keep you warm still. these little embers that were.