This is so dumb – you're welcome. The quality of my art here's already taken a sharp decline improved a lot ☆
Praying nobody beat me to this. The reference made me chuckle.
He cradles me, and will not eat, not speak a word other than my name. I see his face as if through water, as a fish sees the sun. His tears fall, but I cannot wipe them away.
"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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