The most touching comic book I’ve read recently is Jeremy Love’s Bayou. The story takes place in the south during the Great Depression. Lee is African-American and the daughter of a sharecropper. Her best friend, Lily, is a Caucasian girl who is snatched by a monster known as Bog. Lee’s father is accused of kidnapping Lily and is threatened with lynching, so she travels to a fantastic alternate representation of the south to find her friend and save her father.
Bayou mixes southern folklore, history, fantasy, and music to tell the story of this world that is marred by the darkness of Lee’s reality. It’s only a twisted reflection of the (her) real world. It encompasses friendship, love, being brave in the face of opposition. Love has written Lee to be so painfully human and honest much like a real child. She’s introspective and curious, questioning why these injustices happen. It’s a hypnotizing story that pulls out a range of emotions and touches the heart.
The most touching scene from a comic for me isn’t one that’s very flashy or some huge OMG moment. It isn’t one where someone sacrifices themselves to save others. Yes, there is some sacrifice in the scene I choose. However, that sacrifice was to relate trust and companionship between the people involved. It’s a simple scene between Rogue and Storm during their early X-Men adventures from Uncanny X-Men #185, Rogue: Public Enemy #1.
Rogue is still new to the mansion, and she’s still afraid of her powers. Storm was in the beginning of her Mohawk and leather phase, so she was dealing with things of her own that made her act a little out of sorts. The women have a chat by the lake where Rogue tells Storm about Cody, and they laugh thinking about how Storm wanted to quit the team when Rogue first came around.
Then, Storm asks her, “Rogue—has every exercise of your power been an act of violence? Has no one ever given himself of his own freewill?”
Rogue took Storm’s powers violently once before and was unable to control them. But Storm reassures her that since this is a mutual thing, that she’s trusting Rogue enough as a teammate and a friend to make skin-to-skin contact with her, that everything will be okay, that she’s willing to take the risk. They hold hands, and suddenly, Rogue is able to see the world just as Ororo sees it. And it’s beautiful.
So simple, yet so touching, but it was broken up moments later when the feds got involved and Storm lost her powers to try to save Rogue. Okay, so maybe there was a little more sacrificing than I thought here.