Sometimes Sycamore doesn’t get enough sleep and he ends up falling asleep while trying to finish his work. It’s a good thing he’s got someone who takes care of him. This was supposed to be just a quick sketch first, but then something just… happened. 8I
Sometimes I still honestly can’t believe that it’s been three years. Alucard is a muse that has been with me for that amount time, solid, and has never faltered in strength and inspiration for me. This dumbo vampire has helped me discover a lot about myself, make friends that have been with me for years, and through him I’ve written stories I would’ve never otherwise. And it’s all thanks to you.
To everyone who follows me, and has stuck by my side, thank you–from the top and bottom of my heart, you mean the world to be. Now, without further ado:
wrote this in the form of a diary entry or a letter you’re writing to yourself,
if you ever get confused when reading, just remember it’s like a diary or journal
entry to yourself. [insp.]
Length: 1776 words
They say it takes 21 days to break a habit…
Day 1 I woke up today and remembered that I wouldn’t be seeing you today, or
I woke up today and it was so sunny outside, perfect for bike rides, long walks
and ice cream. But what was the point of leaving my bed if you weren’t going to
be there to do those things with me?
I woke up today and my mom asked me if I wanted breakfast, she prepared my
favorite: blueberry pancakes. But I couldn’t eat without the taste of you
burning my throat.
I woke up today even though I cried until I thought my tears ran dry, until I
could hardly breathe anymore.
I woke up today… and that was it, I only woke up.
Day 2 I didn’t go to school today. How could I go and face everyone? More
importantly, how do I face you? Today I managed to get out of bed, I sat in the
living room all day. My mom was so scared that I wouldn’t get up that she
stayed home and tended to me all day; I didn’t even talk with her, I just sat
there staring at the white walls of the house. I’m still wearing your sweater,
and it still smells like you. It reminds me of when we’d cuddle on the couch
and watch scary movies all night long. You felt like home, and now it’s like I’m
I cried again and I didn’t come back downstairs.