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I walked out and the worls was cold, so cold, warmed only a little by the sun's rays and the pavement was jagged with spiky little edges; the grass was covered with what could have been raindrops or dew - and the sky was a clear canvas, stretching out above and blue, so blue.
Azure skies.
I reached the house. Went in.
The living room was almost, but not quite, silent. There was noise, but it was hushed, murmurs and whispers. They moved aside, making way, making a path for me towards the body.
I walked through until i reached her. Her. It. Was she merely a body now - just that, not a living, breathing, child with thoughts or emotions anymore?
Just that.
She had a name.
She had cried once, or laughed or smiled. Had been breathing once upon a time.
But not now. It was over.
She was beautiful in death. Beautiful in the way that all children are beautiful in their innocence and beautiful further than that because she could not be touched by the corruption in this world, because she was gone.
It was a sweet, sad, beauty.
She was tiny. but for her pale skin, she could have been sleeping softly, peacefully. Eyes closed.
And a feeling of sadness swept over me as I looked down at the child who was no longer there, at her mother sitting by her side; a figure of grief, a grief set apart from that of mine or the woman on one side of me, or the woman on the other, and more painful than ours because it was a mother's grief, I looked around the dark, dark, room, at the people gathered inside it and at the child in the crib who could have been, but wasn't, sleeping.
I moved away from the scene to the other room, then outside; drifting away.

I walked outside and the world was still cold; the sunlight had gone and so had the little warmth it brought, the pavement seemed so much more sharper than before and it was not rain or dew on the grass but delicately intricate teardrops. and the sky still stretched out; blue till the end.
Turning back, I spoke, but the wind snatched the words away.

Echoes. Shadows. It was over.
Azure skies.


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Saiyajin-Ranma Nov 17, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you very much for the :+fav:s on my Detective Conan pictures! :D
You're welcome! I love the show and the pictures were amazing.
Sketchbookuniverse Nov 15, 2012  Professional General Artist
How about this?
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Sketchbookuniverse Nov 14, 2012  Professional General Artist
Hey thanks for joining my watch! I don't know if you read my page but I draw sketches for new watchers what would you like, it can be anything!??

Stay strong!
That's really quite cool. I'll think of something.
MapleAndAnimeCrazy Jul 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I don't know what you think off me, and I don't think I could word what I want to say in real life, so can you read this journal? It says everything that I need to say.

MapleAndAnimeCrazy Apr 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey, are you alright? I'm not trying to pry or intrude, I just, well, was concerned. Don't slam me for being soppy or something >.<.

Are you okay though? You know you can tell me anything on here, I won't saying anything about it in real life. Or to anyone.
I'm fine. I think. Perhaps i'm lying to myself as well. Thanks for asking. And... I can't.
MapleAndAnimeCrazy Apr 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Alright. And It's okay. Just know that I am here if you do want to talk.
I'll bear that in mind. Thank you. I can't even fight for myself anymore. I'm lost. It's a long way home...
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