Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
It wasn't easy, living with the loss of his wife and daughter. It was a burden that Liam carried every day, forever wondering if he could have done something differently and saved them. If he'd been there for them rather than doing his duty for Stormbreak, could he have protected them, or would he have simply shared in their fate?
He'd never know now.
Clearing his throat, Liam reached up to rub the back of his neck, a clear sign of his discomfort. It had been so long that it was always difficult to accept others' condolences, their response to his losses reopening wounds as fresh as the day they were made. "I'm sorry about your brother," he said, sincere and gentle in his response. "It's not easy, losing the ones we love. For a long time, I thought if I ran from it, it would help, but the pain never really fades." Some days were easier than others, but there were times when Liam couldn't breathe even now, reliving the moment he'd realized they were gone.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, he shook his head. "Someone once told me that the only way to honor their memories is to talk about them," he said, smiling ruefully. Perhaps one day he would be able to live by that advice, but for now... "I'm afraid I'm not very practiced at it, though. I've been in the Greatwood all this time, as everyone but the Fae left, so I've become a bit of a hermit."
He'd never know now.
Clearing his throat, Liam reached up to rub the back of his neck, a clear sign of his discomfort. It had been so long that it was always difficult to accept others' condolences, their response to his losses reopening wounds as fresh as the day they were made. "I'm sorry about your brother," he said, sincere and gentle in his response. "It's not easy, losing the ones we love. For a long time, I thought if I ran from it, it would help, but the pain never really fades." Some days were easier than others, but there were times when Liam couldn't breathe even now, reliving the moment he'd realized they were gone.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, he shook his head. "Someone once told me that the only way to honor their memories is to talk about them," he said, smiling ruefully. Perhaps one day he would be able to live by that advice, but for now... "I'm afraid I'm not very practiced at it, though. I've been in the Greatwood all this time, as everyone but the Fae left, so I've become a bit of a hermit."
Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?
Who forgot you long ago?
Liam
