I look down, "You don't understand me, Lucian. You never did. This...this was a mistake," I glace back up at him before standing -or floating- again, "Bye."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I never understood you? What the hell was the point of this then? I look away from her, a tear running down my cheek, but don't say anything in response.
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
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
