Once upon a time there was a boy and a bee. It was hard to say if the boy was just very small or the bee just very big but they were the same size. The boy loved the bee and courted her. They dated, and married and had children and were very happy together, until one day the boy came home and the bee had died.
The boy mourned his bee and cared for his son, but without her the world didn't seem real anymore. It started to crack around the edges. The voices he had only heard occasionally started to flood into his world, pleading him to return to the living.
He woke, slowly at first. He heard the other boy, his friend pleading him into wakefulness, and saw his beloved bee. watching over him on the nightstand, as she had always been, a small stuffed toy.
This series isn't finished there is at least one more panel i wanted to draw. but I have been so depressed I'm finding it hard to put together stick figures so I thought I would share this with you incase you hadn't seen the story forming. It really pains me that this isn't finished, I am almost tempted to ask if another artist would help me finish it, because i was so close to finishing it. I have the whole thing planned out.. I just don't know if i can.
