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Definitely not my usual content, but I thought I'd share to tumblr too.

This was done without any planning/layouts, with only pen. It's very experimental because I was experimenting with different ways of shading and comic panel layout so... bare with me there.

I love Simon very much, and the interaction between him and the LOTF is my favorite scene of the entire book. I made this in a week long frenzy for my AP Lit class and... well, here it is.

(Also, sorry for any formatting/text issues, it's very hard to take good pictures of warped paper...) 🪰 🐷

I thought I saw you standing by the door waiting for me.

You licked your lips and whispered softly ‘Come here, adore me,’

Words I thought only my mind could conjure up again.

Midnight struck and by my luck I was sitting alone in bed,

Trying to place this night smell when something caught my eye-

I thought I saw you standing by the door waiting for me.

Loose in silk, or maybe velvet, or maybe my eyes were cross–

Maybe in this life your name is still something that feels homely,

Words I thought only my mind could conjure up again.

I exalted from my chamber and rushed to you, la phantome, 

Legs weak from misuse but arms flinging ever forward.

I thought I saw you standing by the door waiting for me.

Hands met fabric and then nothing at all, ma phantome,

Nothing at all to place myself against lest your fragile memory,

Words I thought only my mind could conjure up again.

Within this lonesome sorrow is some shredded gleam of hope,

That tears me from the inside and yearns for something more.

I thought I saw you standing by the door waiting for me.

slight tw for derealization

What’s your name? ________

I will call you Eve.

Eve, for the following 27 steps, you must answer honestly. There are two options on opposing sides and you must choose the one you identify most with. There is no reason to pick neither. There is no option to.

Let us begin.

I am practical. — I am spontaneous.

I look towards the future for answers. — I look towards the past for guidance.

I am in the present moment. — I am always where I can never return.

I am dying. — I was just born.

I look towards nature for inspiration. — I look towards my wall in silence.

I sleep enough at night. — I lift my hand in the air as if someone is pulling me upwards.

I have seen a dead body. — I am inside my body at all times.

I’ll take the stairs. — I’ll take the elevator.

Helping people is my source of happiness. — It used to be that way.

I view my family as a part of myself. — I view myself as a part of my family.

I am not scared of peeking behind the curtain. — I am scared and will do it anyway.

There are people that love me. — I need someone to always believe me.

You remember where you were when it happened. — You remember who you were.

You love talking about yourself. — You’re taking this for a class.

You’ve looked within yourself. — You’ve always looked away.

You’ve looked within yourself and seen nothing. — You’ve seen something.

Something beautiful. — Something terrifying.

You’ve never smoked. — You’ve always wanted to try a cigarette. Smells like Christmas.

You’ve never drank. — You’ve always wanted to try whiskey. Tastes like Summer.

There is something in the back of your mind. – There is nothing in the front of your mind.

You are listening. — You are talking.

You are waiting. — You are running.

You are accepting. — You are denying.

You are doomed. — You are doomed.

There’s a place in some old part of the country that only you and your sisters know about. There, where the creek bed flows without water. There, where an old tree falls over from the weight of its age. There, where the power of your child mind was not comparable to anything else; There, where you were thought alone and incarnate, pure and fresh and sweet. — You’re standing on the edge of a dock with a cigarette on your lip as you sob over yourself shamefully. You see the moon on the water and feel it all crashing down inside of you, this beast you’ve kept inside for so long. You are such a restrained mess, collecting your pools of blood over and over and apologizing for it. How terribly embarrassing this all is for you.

I am happy. — I do not know what I am.

I define myself by my failures. — I define myself by whatever else there is.

Thank you for completing this questionnaire, Eve. It would seem you did not answer truthfully; but I do not blame you. No human being can. Infer the results from what comforts you to hear.