Lyra
Amazing how life turns out
The way that it does
The way that it does
Fortunately for Jude, Lyra is home, the house strangely quiet after years of playing host to laughter and love. Her latest foster children have aged out, and the last moved out not a week ago to live their own lives. Lyra is proud of them, but she has to admit that she misses having people in the house to take care of.
The knock at the door, when it comes, is unexpected, and the voice on the other side unfamiliar. Still, the name is one she recognizes, though the last time she heard it feels like a lifetime ago. When she opens the door, it's to find the same dark curls she recognizes from when he was a boy, the same warm brown eyes that she remembers - though if she has to guess, some of the life has left them, leaving him with a haunted look that has her immediately softening. He may not be a child anymore, but he has the look that she's come to recognize: he's alone.
And he needs her help.
"Jude, hi!" Lyra says brightly, as though it's been only days and not years since she's seen him. "Come on in! Can I get you anything? I just made a pot of tea, if you're interested."
The knock at the door, when it comes, is unexpected, and the voice on the other side unfamiliar. Still, the name is one she recognizes, though the last time she heard it feels like a lifetime ago. When she opens the door, it's to find the same dark curls she recognizes from when he was a boy, the same warm brown eyes that she remembers - though if she has to guess, some of the life has left them, leaving him with a haunted look that has her immediately softening. He may not be a child anymore, but he has the look that she's come to recognize: he's alone.
And he needs her help.
"Jude, hi!" Lyra says brightly, as though it's been only days and not years since she's seen him. "Come on in! Can I get you anything? I just made a pot of tea, if you're interested."
We end up hurting the worst
The only ones we really love
The only ones we really love
