Smother me with pillows and kindness, in which I have never seen
Please slit my perfect throat with the knife that I gave you
Sam nodded, though he still felt privately that if they had gone with Wessex's plan for Longnight the ramifications would have been much worse; not that his idea was good, but...he sighed, trying to let go of that attitude, knowing it wasn't going to help anyone. "I understand." For a moment he closed his eyes and stayed safe in the moment, his mothers fingers in his hair...then took a breath and leaned away, knowing he couldn't remain forever.
"Thank you. Um, for taking me back and talking to me." He said, taking some steps away from the shrine. Hands clasped together he spoke with his eyes to the ground, but now from respect rather than disgust. "I'm...going to try and do better. I want you to be proud of me."
"Thank you. Um, for taking me back and talking to me." He said, taking some steps away from the shrine. Hands clasped together he spoke with his eyes to the ground, but now from respect rather than disgust. "I'm...going to try and do better. I want you to be proud of me."
When I told you "I love you" in my home
Just stab me in the back
