Sarah SarahShe had brown eyes, the kind you hear about in fairy tails or short stories from English text books. The kind of eyes that all angels and good little Christian girls have; fathomless pools of a solid colour with nothing else to them. Not a hint of green or blue, never changing their tone not even when tears would build up and threaten to spill. They were Hallelujah in every aspect of faith so blind that faith is all you can see, or at least all you are willing to.Her name was Sarah, and for the longest time I envied her.I envied her virtues, how she was seldom angry and still acted like a child outside of class. She had retained h
but for the actual picture, it's good, it really is
o-o
This is really pretty, love the soft colours.
...And yet I'm trying to develop Mr. Black and white Ghost.
I think it turned out that way because it has so much of my feelings in it...