Doesn't that hurt?" I said. "Yep." "How do you keep them in there?" "I'm stubborn." You grinned. "Stubborn as a waddywood. And anyway, pain means it's healing." "Not always.
Lucy ChristopherIn a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.
Lucy ChristopherYou saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in your eyes, as though you wanted something from me, as though youโd wanted it for a long time. No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me, I guess. Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. Theyโre pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.
Lucy Christopher