Worried

Worried.

The sun was setting on the dank city of Enders. The silohettes of the tall buildings stood before her as she looked out the window. He was out there, somewhere, again. She placed one hand up to the glass and then focused on her reflection. The fear had not ceased to exist in her mind. Each day she woke she rubbed her swollen stomach and smiled. Another day of living, she always thought, and another day closer to happiness or...despair.
"I don't want to die...if it means not seeing you."

-This is a picture I dreampt about that pretains to a roleplay I have been doing with a friend. I just had to draw it...and I have bigger plans for this in the future.
Done in flesh tone chalk pencils. Fullview Please!!