A machine where your heart once was
Slowly takes the place of you
Slowly takes the place of you
Liam's shout brought Phoebe running, and he looked at her with a measure of guilt and embarrassment. "I'm fine," he said. "Sorry - just dropped a window." He studiously ignored the pounding in his toe, shooting what he hoped was an encouraging smile towards Phoebe as she returned to her cleaning. Then he glared at the window, not wishing to look incompetent in front of his new friend and about-to-be-leader.
Hanging the windows went more smoothly after the whole dropping-one-on-his-toe mishap, and when he was done, he took a step back to admire his handiwork. They fit well with the other windows, blending in perfectly, if he did say so himself. He returned to Phoebe, trying not to limp. "Do you need any help cleaning?" he asked. "Or are there other tasks to be completed?"
Hanging the windows went more smoothly after the whole dropping-one-on-his-toe mishap, and when he was done, he took a step back to admire his handiwork. They fit well with the other windows, blending in perfectly, if he did say so himself. He returned to Phoebe, trying not to limp. "Do you need any help cleaning?" he asked. "Or are there other tasks to be completed?"
Only hold the memories now
Of a love I thought I knew
Of a love I thought I knew
Liam
