How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
The Lullaby (THT 3) - Swan QueenAuthor's Important Note of Importance: This story has made me its personal bitch. I'm sorry, but I have no idea what I'm trying to accomplish here anymore. And I'm not sure whether I'm done yet.More Like This
This chapter is more Hurt/Comfort-ish, however.
Chapter 3: The Lullaby
It's been twelve months since the shooting which I refuse to refer to in any other way and we're coping. Henry's back and I might even believe he doesn't resent me as much as I thought he no doubt would. The process is taking its time, but he's starting to forgive me. For everything. Maybe it's because I'm trying now. To speed it up, we visit Emma's grave every Sunday at precisely 3 PM before I have to attend to other duties. I would never go, but he insisted we make this a routine obligation.
When we get there, he always has a speech prepared about the events of the week. About who stole his lunch, how I got back at them, how he's made a new friend in school, how he's not doing well in physics bu