Kali Here.
This is set in the artistic world of Amy Brown.
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I realize that Amy Brown art is not counted as an actual comic, but deal with it, okay? Don't like it? Then don't read it. That's ma policy.
This is based off of Amy Brown's painting, Jack. If you go onto her site, then look at archives, you shall see it. It's a portrait-like thing that is of a young man who lives in the forest. Yep. He's a farie.
Note: This is not spell checked. Deal. Don't like it? Don't read it.
Sarra looked out at the forest. But a few weeks ago, she would have run in, hoping to see a flash of his hair as he ran, or to see a flicker of wings, hear a chuckle. But that was before...
Sarra shook her head and went back to washing her bedsheets. She put them up on the clothesline and turned to head inside.
"Hello, Sarra."
Sarra sighed and turned again, looking him straight on. "Hello Jack. How have you been?"
"Existent, much to my regret. My offer still stands."
"And so does my answer."
"They can live without you. I can't."
"You seem to be doing alright. But then again, you never quite looked the way you felt." Sarra turned again to enter her house.
"You have several brothers and sisters, all of whom can take on one more chore. Your parents will get over it."
"Just like you did? They're my family; they come first." Sarra looked back at Jack, angry and hurt.
"You always come first." The wind suddenly picked up, sweeping Sarra's auburn hair in front of her eyes. When she could see again, Jack was gone.
"Goodbye," she whispered.
Though Sarra never saw Jack again, she noticed his presence. Soft skirts were left in her room; jugs of wine appeared in the kitchen. Sometimes Sarra recieved a gift every day of the week. Other times, she didn't get anything for a year. Sarra always made sure to leave packets of food by the forest.
Eventually, Sarra's hand was given to a blacksmith. On their wedding day, Sarra looked to the forest, smiling sadly.
"I still love you, Jack."