I stayed there, curled up into the warmth of your body, under the blankets, like something soft in a shell. Your arms were firm as rock around me.
Lucy ChristopherI didnโt want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face Iโd found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didnโt look beautiful this time. Just evil.
Lucy ChristopherIt was so big, that view. Iโll never remember it properly. How can anyone remember something that big? I donโt think peopleโs brains are designed for memories like that. Theyโre designed for things like phone numbers, or the color of someoneโs hair. Not hugeness.
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.
Lucy Christopher