"Hey mom." I continue, "No, You wanna make me the happiest?" I smile, "I need you to kinda heal Andrew for me..." I say, biting my lip. "No from cancer..." I nod, "Really?" I smile wider. "Love you bye."
I look at him, Frowning. "Well..."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Jace hears the tone above lift and flashes a smile, hoping that all was well with the both of them. Rayah probably found a way out of it for him... He shifts the babies in his arms and hums a little, it feeling right.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero