Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?
And makes you want to hurt me so?
When Maea reappeared, it was in the midnight blue blouse that Liam had helped her find, and with a newly plaited braid over one shoulder. Liam watched her, something tender and soft in his expression as she joined him on the couch. "Hi," he said with a small smile, scooting to make sure she had enough room. "You look nice." Nice, of course, being an understatement, in Liam's opinion, but that was neither here nor there.
He helped himself to the meal, thanking her for the glass of cider as she handed it to him. "It's been quiet," he said of his day. "Is it just me, or are there fewer visitors right now?" There were still some, of course, searching for those elusive roses, but the skyships coming into the Greatwood these days seemed emptier than they had been the season before. Perhaps the heat was dissuading people from coming out. "How about you?"
He helped himself to the meal, thanking her for the glass of cider as she handed it to him. "It's been quiet," he said of his day. "Is it just me, or are there fewer visitors right now?" There were still some, of course, searching for those elusive roses, but the skyships coming into the Greatwood these days seemed emptier than they had been the season before. Perhaps the heat was dissuading people from coming out. "How about you?"
Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?
Who forgot you long ago?
Liam
