Had you been lying all along? Mum gently stroked my hair. I whispered into her shoulder. “I can’t go back. Not yet. I can’t leave.” And she held my head tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around me. “You don’t have to,” she said, rocking me. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, not anymore.” And I cried.
Lucy ChristopherI 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 remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.
Lucy ChristopherI 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 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 Christopher