This hand..

"...once held her delicate, little one as we danced beneath the stars. The one I loved and vowed to protect with my very life. Yet, it couldn't hold onto the one thing in this existence that I cherished when she truly needed me. What good are hands with opposable thumbs for when they can't even save a dieing light? She slipped right through my fingers, and it's all my fault..."

TwoTone, lost in thought and wallowing in a pit of regret.

Made with Microns, Sharpie, and a milky pen on recycled paper.