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i am so proud of you anzuki.. you dont even know how crazy it is to me to see your art from waaay back in summer camp and even further back, turn into now it kinda twists my heart in the best way i really miss you, keep growing dude <33 aIGHT now that we are done with the sappy stuff (eMoTiOn *gasp* ik, we dont get much of that here) lets move on to the entry STORY AND ART —- read all the way through ayaya okay i worked really hard on this.. i gave up halfway through bc of artblock and had only lineart done, but a week or so ago i picked this up again and finished it my style changed halfway through this so this will probably look a bit different from my newest art (and yes i will post that soon) space to see close-ups click to zoom-in sorry for the bad quality jsdhdh kay angst, my best writing style, here we go ʚ jules ɞ he sits alone, looking out, watching. always watching. he never comes down, afraid and unable, the sickly one of the family. his skin yellow and gross compared to the peachy skin of his lively sister and his parents. laughter bounces off the stones of the road of which his sister and her friends play soccer on. he observes their every movement. anticipates every stumble and every slip. he watches as the kids play and fall, yet he never leaves his seat to join them. he only leans on his palm as his heart sinks. he coughs. softly at first, then more and more violently. his sister looks up from her game and towards his room. “JULES !!” she runs from the game and into the house. the ball rolls to the feet of one of the kids. he slowly picks it up and the group stands there. outside of the house. quietly. ‘stop..’ he thinks. ‘go back to normal. keep playing. i dont need your help. go back to being innocently happy.’ he wants to say it but his lungs wont let him. his weak lungs. his shriveling lungs. his useless lungs. they were the problem. his parents and his sister run into his room and pull him from the window and off the chair. they quickly close the window while his sister cradles his head, crying. ‘stop crying’ he wants to say. oh how badly he wants to tell her to stop her tears. but he cannot. “jules !! how many times have we told you to not open your windows !! oh jules, you are going to make yourself worse !! please breathe jules !!” his parents yell. “deep breaths !!” ‘i’m trying..’ he thinks. ‘please.. why couldn’t i have been out playing too. why wont my stupid lungs work ?!’ his eyes close. its so hard to breathe. breathe. aNd ThAtS a wRaP lmao i hope you enjoyed ^^ i havent written in a while so i hope i did well :) see ya !! art is mine character is @--poison-pen-- ‘s song is mounika - intro thinking #art