What was a mistake? Her coming, or everything? Confused and emotionally compromised, I resort to rocking back and forth again as my tears stain my shirt.
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
Once he falls back asleep, I put him back and glance around before floating out of the room. I glance at the necklace Luce gave me for Christmas before shaking my head and take it off my body before floating back upstairs. I set it on his nightstand before floating down, glancing around the kitchen.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
My body somehow materializes and I drop to the ground, something sprouting from my back. Wings. White angel wings. My skin stays pale and my lips turn bright red. I pass uncontious. Afterlife.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late. — Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune