Even the sky is crying.

I can still see you in my head. I feel your tiny hands on my cheeks, even while the rain chills them. They left me here with awkward words of condolence and that tone of finality I had thought reserved for Apocolypse. My little girl is gone. Dead.

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Man, nightmares make cool drawing ideas sometimes. I know I don't have long red hair, but it was totally a dream, so nyah.

Wacom + OC3+
Total time: 4 hours

P.S. Rain is hard T^T
P.P.S Please full view.