I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it. Lucy Christopher More Quotes by Lucy Christopher More Quotes From Lucy Christopher And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them. Lucy Christopher stolen hard hate Lets face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. And somewhere in the middle, you showed me a place so different and beautiful, I can never get it out of my mind. And I can't get you out of there either. You're stuck in my brain like my own blood vessels. Lucy Christopher beautiful life blood Right at that moment it was as if we were the only two people left in the world. And I don't mean that to sound corny; it just honestly did. The only sounds were the droning crickets and chip-chips of the bats, the farawy wind against the sand, and the occasional distant yowl of a dingo. There were no car horns.No trains. No jack-hammers. No lawnmowers No planes. No sirens. No alarms. No anything human. If you'd told me that you'd saved me from a nuclear holocaust, I might have believed you. Lucy Christopher wind two mean The people we care for aren't always the one we should Lucy Christopher care should people How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course. Lucy Christopher courses forever long You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time. Lucy Christopher eye long looks Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving. Lucy Christopher lonely land dying It sounded weird to hear you talk so much; normally you only said a few words at a time. I'd never imagined that you'd have a story, too. Until that moment, you were just the kidnapper. You didn't have reasons for anything. You were stupid and evil and mentally ill. That was all. When you started talking, you started changing. Lucy Christopher stupid evil talking It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood. Lucy Christopher kind feelings thinking Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits. Lucy Christopher you-re-beautiful magic beautiful But what else can I do, other than to plead with you like this? Other than to write down my story, our story, to show you that what you've done . . . to make you realize that what you did wasn't fair, wasn't right. Lucy Christopher done stories writing 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 Christopher sinking easier becoming I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing. Lucy Christopher heat red people You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found. I'll take you there, you'd said. And I could say that I agreed. Lucy Christopher sleep running blood There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen Lucy Christopher bottles heart needs People 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 people way needs It was so big, that view. I’ll never remember it properly. How can anyone remember something that big? I don’t think people’s brains are designed for memories like that. They’re designed for things like phone numbers, or the color of someone’s hair. Not hugeness. Lucy Christopher phones memories thinking 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. Lucy Christopher airports taken stories You told me once of the plants that lie dormant through the drought, that wait, half-dead, deep in the earth. The plants that wait for the rain. You said they'd wait for years, if they had to; that they'd almost kill themselves before they grew again. But as soon as those first drops of water fall, those plants begin to stretch and spread their roots. They travel up through the soil and sand to reach the surface. There's a chance for them again. Lucy Christopher rain lying fall I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer. Lucy Christopher stars mean years
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