She cries on my shoulder, practically soaking my shirt it tears, and I pat her back sympathetically, "It's alright. You don't know if he's gone. He's still with you," I whisper to her, sighing, "Right?"
She nods slowly, wiping the rims of her eyes.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I glance upstairs, sensing someone, and tell Jackie to stay downstairs. Walking up and Into the twins' room I room I see Jace. I cros one of my feet over the other and sigh, "Hey."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small. — Neil Armstrong
