Kayla smiles and tilts her head to the side, reaching out for Kyle. He cowers against Ella, not wanting anything to do with Kay. I stand and move in front of them, "Leave now, please. He's fine without you. You'll only confuse him."
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
Kayla loses her smile and tries to reach around me for Kyle. I back her up and turn her around, gently pushing her forward, "Stop it, Kayla. Just go. Don't make a--"
She slaps me across the face, stopping me.
"He's my son!" she shouts, "If you don't let me be a part of his life, I'll take him right out of yours!"
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
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)