Grandpa Kyle, as a Champions of the Saints, was chosen to guard the final Lighthouse. Although defeated, he survived the battle through miracle. But he walked home with a blessing he never wanted.
At seventy-two, he could still easily pass as someone in his early fifties. He probably had another decade or two to live. Grandma Dora… not so much. Her golden hair had turned grey and she had many wrinkles on her face. She needed a cane and had troubles with stairs, and her vision and hearing had become very poor. But she never stopped smiling.
After collapsing at the stairs one day, Grandpa Kyle held her hand and cried.
“It’s all right,” she told him. “Really, it’s all right.”
But it wasn’t all right. Not for him.
“Sing for me, Kyle…” she said, “sing for me like you did the first midsummer…”
And he sang. He sang and sang. Even when the tears overwhelmed him, he still sang loudly.
It wasn’t all right. Not for him. He was older than her. He should go first. Or they should go together. He shouldn’t have to watch her wither away like this.
Crossposted on my tumblr: [link]
First the drawing style fits the mood very good.
Secondly the shadings are to not bad and fits the mood of the situation to.
All in all you have brought the sad feeling very good to the viewer
definitively a thumps up ^^
why did you have to do this
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS
*jumps off a cliff*
That's so sad. :C I forgot that Kyle was exposed to the light but not Dora. T.T
This made me cry.