This was originally going to be accompanied by some more of my awful excuse for writing… but it was too sad. So here - have Grantaire’s back.
Interpret as you will :)
OH, but why is Grantaire sad?? What has happened, oh mine heart! From the hunch of his shoulders to the way the the sheets are rucked up at the bottom of the bed, everything is just so heavy, and heartbreaking, and sad.
And is that daylight, sunlight, creeping through the shuttered windows?? Is it bright outside, but Grantaire is shutting it all away, closing everything of the outside world from himself?
If he stays in his room, if he doesn’t look outside, if he doesn’t see how time has passed, and the world has changed while he’s been tucked up, unmoving, maybe it won’t be true. Maybe nothing will have changed. Maybe, if he sits still long enough, time will slow down, maybe even go backwards a little bit. Maybe everyone will still be at the Musain, waiting, giving him a smile and clearing a seat when he comes in.
Maybe he will have woken up in time.
WAIT, what, what did I just do? Did I just kill everyone and have Grantaire survive?
Someone take my keyboard away.
That is to say: Well done, Jazzy. The picture is so sad it prompted incredible sadness in me. Wow!
