This is a drawing of Lloyd is based on a snippet from my story that I was working on.
"What's wrong, Love?" asked Weiss from the bed. I lit the kretek and inhaled deeply blowing out a plume of smoke. I set my lighter back down on the dresser in front of the bed. I then turned and faced her and twisted the inside of my left arm upwards so that the jagged scars faced her. "They're aching. The weather's getting worse," I said without removing the kretek from my mouth. I noticed her eyes were glassy, like she was on the verge of tears. "Darling, come to bed," she said trailing her nails on the sheets near her. I turned my head to the side forcefully causing my neck to crackle. "Please," she added. I nodded breathing outward and climbed on next to her. She cradled my left arm between her breasts and rested her head against my shoulder. I flicked ashes into the ashtray on the end table while she trailed her fingers over the marks on my arm. I exhaled and said quietly, "Thanks for coming to check on me that night." She smiled softly and kissed the intersection of the marks. "I couldn't bare to go without my medicine," she said interlocking her fingers with mine. I let out a scoff as I squeezed her hand in mine.
Whatever That Hurts
