I thought you didn't want to let me go.
Lucy ChristopherYou won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.
Lucy ChristopherHow would she find her herd? How would she find you?
Lucy ChristopherIt was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.
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.
It happened like this.
I was stolen from an airport.
Taken from everything I knew,
everything I was used to.
Taken to sand and heat, dirt
and danger. And he expected
me to love him. This is my story.
A letter from nowhere.
It’s hard to hate someone once you understand them. It felt so mixed up.
Lucy ChristopherThe people we care for aren't always the one we should
Lucy ChristopherI didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.
Lucy ChristopherMots clés dark poetic-fiction captivating
You 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 you’d 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. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.
Lucy ChristopherMots clés dark poetic-fiction captivating
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