I chased money, pretended to be someone else to get it. It got easier the longer I did it... but that's the trap, see? When the deadness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
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 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 ChristopherThen your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And, I mean, you really looked at me โฆ with eyes like two stars. [...] And I had wings fluttering away inside me all right. Big fat moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net.
Lucy Christopher