The deep blue of your eyes had secrets. I wanted them. Lucy Christopher More Quotes by Lucy Christopher More Quotes From Lucy Christopher You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you. Lucy Christopher smilekindfaces How would she find her herd? How would she find you? Lucy Christopher herds I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn’t look beautiful this time. Just evil. Lucy Christopher airportseyebeautiful You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you. Lucy Christopher eyedoggiving I 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 Christopher shellsrocksbody It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels. Lucy Christopher afterlifeangel Who says I'm not Superman?" You were looking at me with one eye closed against the sun. I shrugged "You would have recued me by now if you were Superman." I said quietly. "Who says I haven't? " Anyone would say you haven't. Anyone's just looking at it wrong then." You pushed yourself up a little, onto your elbows."Anyways, I can't steal you and rescue you. That would give me multiple personalities." And you don't have them already? Lucy Christopher eyepersonalitygiving You nodded towards the cup. "Want more?" I shook my head. "What about the car?" "Didn't find it. You were heading back towards me when I found you." "Towards . . . ?" You nodded. "So I reckoned the car had probably got stuck or died somehow, and you were just coming home." "Home?" "Yeah." Your mouth twitched. "Back to me. Lucy Christopher found-youcarhome When I write this in bed, I can almost hear the echo of the wind over the sand, or the groans of wooden panels around me. I can almost smell the dustiness of the camel, taste the bitterness of saltbush. And when I dream, your warm hands cover my shoulders. Your whispers carry stories and sound like the rustle of spinifex. I still wear that ring, you know... at night, when no one is watching. Lucy Christopher dreamwritingnight In 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 Christopher letterswritingneeds Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give. Lucy Christopher readyanswersgiving I 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 Christopher soundhairlooks Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long. Lucy Christopher intenseeyelong Then 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 … 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 starseyemean I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus. Lucy Christopher coffeelightfire Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it. Lucy Christopher mouthsbeautifulmoving I can't save you like that Ty. What you did to me wasn't this brilliant thing, like you think it was. You took me away from everything - my parents, my friends, my life. You took me to the sand and the heat, the dirt and isolation. And you expected me to love you. And that's the hardest bit. Because I did, or at least, I loved something out there. But I hated you too. I can't forget that. Lucy Christopher parentlove-youthinking If there'd been an astronaut on the moon right then, I'm sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down and seen me too... the only one who could. Lucy Christopher astronautdown-andmoon 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 Christopher wanthairlying One day they'll let you out of that dry, empty cell. You'll return to the Separates, and you'll feel the rain once more. And you'll grow straight, this time, toward this sunlight. I know you will. Lucy Christopher one-daycellsrain
