
The Red Story: A Follow Up
I survived. #love #Audrey

A Red Story: The End.
I wish I had met you when I was more than just a squiggle and I wish a Ruby Heart could be turned into dust. I wish I could have been the exception to all your ending points #Audrey #love

A Red Story: Ice Queen
This could work as a prequel to the Red Story, because it has happened even before I could identify the feeling of herlessness. Many times I'd go out hoping to engage with people and have a nice time but nothing is quite enough, because no one is quite who I want to be talking to. Many times my own flesh looked surreal to me, as I had a vivid sensation of breaking into sharp cold pieces. The coldness from losing Audrey's sunshine and entering the world of the dead now repels

A Red Story: The Dead Bride
We continue to the third part of the Red Story, where after twisting the dagger all by myself, I lose all my blood, along with any hopes I had of ever finding the one I'm supposed to be with. Now I'm nothing but the shadow of a bride who never gets her wedding. I drew this so I never forget what it was like to be dead. #Audrey #love

The Red Story: Deepest Desire
The Red Story is the tale of how my heart died, as well as the unintentional participation of a woman named Audrey in it. We started with the last posted piece, 'Winter', about how my offering was rejected and I lost all the sunlight. I suppose I have started by the climax. Today, I share my reaction to that event, which was wishing for a different outcome. The outcome I wished for was one where we could have offered our hearts to one another. I wished for the chance to rip m

The Red Story: Winter
The Red Story is how I named a series of five pieces that tell a tale of love and death as it was known from the experience with a character named Audrey. We start with the climax. #love #Audrey