Jag började kladda och någonting hände.
Det började som ett normalt porträtt av Shaw, men nu ser det snarare ut som en dramatisk bild från någons dröm. Att lyssna emotionell instrumentell musik under tiden man ritar tror jag influerade slutresultatet en aning haha.

Jag skulle kunna skriva att jag kommer förfina denna i framtiden, men jag skulle mest troligt ljuga.

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OMG.
Efter att Shaw dött så drömmer Danny om Shaw hela tiden och det blir så påtagligt att Danny tillslut nästan sätter sig upp "sängen" om nätterna och ber på honom att lämna honom ifred.
AHAAHAHtårar.

I FUCKING HATE YOU WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS SFJNDGBDGÖBKG.
Och Danny kanske blir så pass störd av detta att han slutar upp som galen och lite schizo och ser Shaw i syne hela tiden och pratar med honom som om han vore vid livet.

”I don’t know what to do. I can’t sleep and I can’t eat. I simply can’t manage like this.” The young man put his face in his hands as the weight of his upper body was placed onto his knees. “You have to disappear. You have to go. You can’t be here - I can’t be here as long as you’re here.”
His sleep deprived eyes looked up, desperately locking themselves on the older man sitting in front of him smiling that rare smile towards him.
“-But I’m you - I do not exist anymore. You’re creating me for your own-”
“Don’t say that!” Danny stood up and aggressively leaned closer to the supposed illusion, pointing in its direction. “Don’t you ever say that!”
The older glanced up at him and chuckled, almost coaxing further reaction from him as the younger man’s eyes had a hard time concentrating on his face.
“I don’t want to be crazy! I don’t want to live with some sort of ghost inside my head watching every step I take, reminding me of everything I want to leave behind!” The young man quickly turned around and put his hands through his hair - which he usually would’ve had shaved off at this length - grabbing it forcefully and tugging, trying to wake himself up.
“I can’t hear you coming in, I can’t smell you, I can’t touch you. You’re popping up whenever you please and just sit there and I can’t do anything about it. You have to leave me alone. A person is either alive or dead – it’s that simple!” Danny grabbed whatever was lying close – which happened to be an empty tin can – and threw it across the air, watching as it traveled through the body of the man sitting in the other end of the room and hit the wall behind him with a unpleasant noise, making the Border collie lying on the ground next to him jerk awake and move to the side. Danny followed the can with his defeated eyes and seconds later found himself on the floor, sitting on his knees with his arms hanging loose to the sides. The subtle smile of the other hadn’t been wiped off, and as their eyes met Danny felt those well-known tears roll down the sides of his face once again.
“Why can’t you just be dead? Why can’t you just go away?”
The apparition slowly got up from where it was sitting, soundlessly taking the few steps that remained between them, the careful smirk as prominent as ever as the memory of Shaw sat down on the floor - just a couple of centimeters away - staring at Danny from behind the tinted glasses.
“You created me because you refused to let me disappear.”
Its smile piercing right through the young man’s chest.
“-And I will leave you alone when you let me, Danny.”

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Jag lyssnade på "I don't want to let you go" av Ross Copperman och blev emotionell. Förlåt eehuehuerhauuhrea.

Du är ett as fghnfswjföb.

Härligt! Man tackar haha.