Reposted from @widgettx “Sorry I took so long,” she says. Her voice is soft but clear in the silence. “I thought you might prefer a little time to adjust.” The sinking realisation that you have died, dawns on you. “I don’t remember how I got here,” you say to Death, tears welling in your eyes. “How did I die?” “That will come back to you in time. Walk with me for a while.” Death extends her slim hand towards you, the glowing butterflies following her movements, fluttering closer to you. Taking Death’s offered hand in your own, sadness, fear and worry melt away. As you look at her face, she smiles again, more deeply this time. “See? You’re okay. Let’s go,” she says to you with a mother’s love. Turning to walk into the emptiness together, you catch the scent of spring flowers and fresh rain on a hot summer day. You can hear the soft brushing of her cloak on the ground, as if over grass. - A cute short story, written by my friend Garreth to go along with my painting. #death #digitalart #artist #art #digitalartist #digitaldrawing #artofinstagram #digitalpainting #grimreaper #grimreaper #grimreapers #grimreaperart #grimreaperdrawing #artwork #artgallery #artoftheday #artofinstagram #artistsofinstagram #artistsoninstagram #artist #darkart #dark #darkartists #darkaesthetic #girl #concept #conceptart #conceptualart

Reposted from @widgettx “Sorry I took so long,” she says. Her voice is soft but clear in the silence. “I thought you might prefer a little time to adjust.” The sinking realisation that you have died, dawns on you. “I don’t remember how I got here,” you say to Death, tears welling in your eyes. “How did I die?” “That will come back to you in time. Walk with me for a while.” Death extends her slim hand towards you, the glowing butterflies following her movements, fluttering closer to you. Taking Death’s offered hand in your own, sadness, fear and worry melt away. As you look at her face, she smiles again, more deeply this time. “See? You’re okay. Let’s go,” she says to you with a mother’s love. Turning to walk into the emptiness together, you catch the scent of spring flowers and fresh rain on a hot summer day. You can hear the soft brushing of her cloak on the ground, as if over grass. - A cute short story, written by my friend Garreth to go along with my painting. #death #digitalart #artist #art #digitalartist #digitaldrawing #artofinstagram #digitalpainting #grimreaper #grimreaper #grimreapers #grimreaperart #grimreaperdrawing #artwork #artgallery #artoftheday #artofinstagram #artistsofinstagram #artistsoninstagram #artist #darkart #dark #darkartists #darkaesthetic #girl #concept #conceptart #conceptualart https://instagr.am/p/CUV2Q0hjWWh/