You told me once of the plants that lie dormant through the drought, that wait, half-dead, deep in the earth. The plants that wait for the rain. You said they'd wait for years, if they had to; that they'd almost kill themselves before they grew again. But as soon as those first drops of water fall, those plants begin to stretch and spread their roots. They travel up through the soil and sand to reach the surface. There's a chance for them again.
Lucy ChristopherPeople love what they're used to, I guess." "No." You shook your head. "People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.
Lucy ChristopherI can't save you like that Ty. What you did to me wasn't this brilliant thing, like you think it was. You took me away from everything - my parents, my friends, my life. You took me to the sand and the heat, the dirt and isolation. And you expected me to love you. And that's the hardest bit. Because I did, or at least, I loved something out there. But I hated you too. I can't forget that.
Lucy ChristopherI could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.
Lucy ChristopherHad you been lying all along? Mum gently stroked my hair. I whispered into her shoulder. โI canโt go back. Not yet. I canโt leave.โ And she held my head tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around me. โYou donโt have to,โ she said, rocking me. โYou donโt have to do anything you donโt want to do, not anymore.โ And I cried.
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