FFO: Human, Beautiful, Broken 
Her gloves are still glowing, aching, alone.
Guess what guys: I DIED. In FFO, at least. I promise you I'm still kicking it here.
It's odd to read about your own demise at one in the morning; even more bizarre to do a sketch of it at two. XD
Maybe Art 100 is good for something...this has a very gesture-drawing feeling to it. *shrug*
