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Lo siento tenía que dibujarlo 😅☺️ Alguien ya la vió? 👀 . . #soul #disney #digitalillustration #22 https://www.instagram.com/p/CKKPpW7hbUA/?igshid=1ewnypwf7b8q0
Part 2 of my hfil comic
Part 1
When I tell you this took SO long
Also thank you for reading, and I don't really know when I'm gonna work on chapter 2 just don't expect it to come out any time soon
Harry Styles
There are 85 synonyms for the word love, yet none of them can express how much I love him. I’ve watched him grow up from a cheeky little 17 year -old to a wonderful 22 year -old. The memories I’ve had with him are uncountable. I just want to say thank you. Thank you for making me feel beautiful, thank you for making me feel wanted, thank you for teaching me to be polite and kind, thank you for staying that cheeky little idiot I fell in love with. You may have grown up and matured along the way, but you never fail to remind me that that silly, cheeky 17 year -old I fell in love with is still there.
Even if I never met you, you feel like an older brother to me. As someone who has always wanted siblings, thank you for giving the opportunity to feel like you’re family.
There are 37 synonyms for the word proud, and none of them, even all of them combined can express how proud I am of you. I’ve watched you grow up, I’ve watched you mature, I’ve watched you go from a 17 year-old boy from Cheshire, Homes Chapel, England to one of the biggest bands in the world, that get’s the opportunity to travel all over the world and make millions and millions of fans jump up and down at just the sight of you.
I love you Harry Edward Styles, and I always will. I may just be another fan in the crowd, and you don’t even know I exist, but it’s worth it. It’s worth loving someone so genuine and sweet and kind. If only the rest of the world could see how great of person you are.
I love you,
Harry Edward Styles, happy birthday my little one, even if you’re not little anymore.
~ Love Yas.
Okay, analysis of Akira's grief after 2/2 has been done to death, but I can never get enough of it. So here.
How does Akira handle his grief after Akechi dies? For real, this time.
On that last trip to the Metaverse, is he stealing every glance at Akechi that he's given, peering at the other and praying to a god that won't listen for him to survive? While in jail, does he occupy himself with scenarios in which he sees Akechi again? Does he write happy and sad endings on his end in equal measure, but ensures Akechi's freedom regardless?
When he gets out, does he notice everyone skirt around the topic? Does he pick up on the fact that they avoid sitting in one specific seat by the counter? Does it irritate him that they won't dare speak the name of the boy who used to sit there? If so, does he bring it up? Or does he keep quietly grieving, slowly regaining his appetite just to lose it all over again once something reminds him of the life he gave up?
Does he choke on a certain coffee blend? Does it get so bad that the smell nearly makes him sob? If, and when, he comes back to Leblanc, does he place out a cup of coffee on the counter every February, perfectly made and left to cool for a ghost who will never again step through the door?
Do crows become hard to look at? Does he flinch when someone asks for a game of chess, or billiards? Does he hold on to that one leather glove, hanging on for dear life on the worst of nights? Does it anchor him? Does it tear him apart? Is he ashamed to admit that both can be true?
Does he ever stop grieving?
And then, if the ghost returns. If one day, a boy with rosewood eyes and soft, coffee brown hair wanders through that door, takes his seat, and orders his usual.
How does Akira react? Does he scoff and demand answers? Does he cry, poorly muffling sobs as he tries not to get tears in the coffee? Does he yell and fight and ask the boy why and how and when and what and every question under the sun? Does he shut down entirely, walls crumbling as he turns into a wailing mess?
Or does he stare at the other for a moment. Wait for him to look up. Smile. And go to make his - friend, lover, rival, reflection - a cup of coffee.
And when Akechi thanks him softly, takes a sip, and slowly feels the tension seep out of his body, does Akira finally stop grieving?
Me actually managing to get something done for 2/2? It's more likely than you think