Milk DTAE two! Here's a bunch of drawings that I was originally gonna use in a PMV, but then I gave up so here we are. The story is as follows a girl is taken ill. on a terraced street of cheerful georgian houses, two curtains across one window are drawn tight. around her sickbed kneels a weeping mother, a father hurried back from work in the city. the housemaid is on the phone in the darkened hallway; the doctor is summoned. her heart... it isn't strong enough. and in this girl's world? there is no cure. she knows she is going to die. she isn't stupid; she's fifteen. but before that happens, she wants to live first. she doesn't believe that staying in bed will keep her alive longer, and anyway, she doesn't want to draw out her suffering. so she slips a sleeping draught into her mother's tea and steals away in the dead of night. she can't walk far before she falls down. a hand catches her, stops her knees from hitting the ground. she looks up. it is another girl, taller, older perhaps. dark hair, black cloak, a ring of bright flowers on her head. the mysterious girl carries her limp body home, and when the sick girl finally sleeps, she dreams of her cloaked saviour. the girl can't stop thinking about her, and goes out next morning. upon seeing the flower girl in the market, she is determined to talk to her. 'not here' whispers the flower girl and ushers her into an alleyway. the flower girl won't answer any of her questions, instead glancing around fretfully. 'we can't be seen together. come with me' and leads her to the edge of the forest. the one place milk will never go. 'no!' weeks go by and milk's heart is still beating. her dreams are still filled with images of the flower girl. it is driving her crazy. she stitches a cloak of her own. she is scared to enter the woods, but the strange magnetic pull is stronger than her fear. she travels down the well-worn path until she comes to a cottage. the mystery girl is outside, tending to a garden, humming. their eyes meet. they embrace. they talk for hours. the light begins to leak from the sky. blue turns to pink turns to inky black and the stars twinkle hello. milk panics, but she knows very well not to venture into the forest at night. there are bad things in there. wolves. men. hunters. she stays the night. she doesn't leave in the morning. she doesn't leave in the day. she stays another night. the flower girl's name is forget. forget is sixteen. forget forgets that milk has only ever known what her parents have told her. forget kisses milk. milk doesn't know what to do. she turns and runs. crying under a tree, she is soon found by forget. forget apologises. 'this tree is good to climb - you can see the sunset.' but the evening is windy. the branches sway. 'come down! it's not safe!' forget rolls her eyes, but obliges. the branch snaps. down, down, down, falls forget. she doesn't even get to scream before the crack! of bone her flower crown like a halo as the red seeps out under her head. and milk's heart stays strong, but she sees forget's ghost everywhere. she's losing sleep, skipping meals, fading at the edges. her parents decide she is lonely. they marry her away. she is sixteen. her husband is good to her, but she does not love him. there is only one that she loves, that she will ever love. but far, far away from the place where it all happened, she can finally forget. ----------------------------------------------------------------- characters: Forget & Milk, by art & story: me the song i was gonna use for my PMV: Carolina (from Where the Crawdads sing) by Taylor Swift
