PAGE 9, PANEL 1
Lily sits on what appears to be a bed, looking tired and unmotivated, wearing undergarments.
NARRATOR: "A little harder to get dressed."
PAGE 9, PANEL 2
Lily's silhouette against a light background, turning away from the light.
NARRATOR: "A little harder to lift my face to the light."
PAGE 9, PANEL 3
Decorative flourish - wavy white lines against black background.
NARRATOR: "I am changing."
PAGE 9, PANEL 4
Lily crouches in darkness, her pale figure contrasting against the black background, hands near her face in a twisted posture.
NARRATOR: "Like a plant that's been grown in the dark,"
NARRATOR: "I've become all pale and twisted."
Depression’s a bitch.
Love this story, even after all these years.
Still loving this story so hard. And I adore the plant simile – it’s so beautiful and yet so sad at the same time.
The “I have become all pale and twisted” line has always stuck with me. The first time I read it, I was so shocked by how perfectly it described me.