Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Sam wished he knew how to stop caring about other's opinions; he had lived his entire life terrified of the judging eyes of those around him and it would not be a habit he could break easily. He had always been in awe of people that could confidently do whatever it was they wanted and toss away the comments of those that criticised it.
Something Rexanna mentioned did catch his interest though and despite knowing he probably shouldn't, he asked: "You were cursed...?"
The sharp way she finished his sentence surprised him but she was right. That was really the ultimate fear, wasn't it? Mean words and resentment were one thing, but over time that could build into something much worse. "Maybe...yes. Maybe if we all say it together, she would understand. Probably not...at the same time as everything we need to say now, though. We shouldn't say it while she's mad."
Mentioning the Voice being mad made him take in a shaky, nervous breath. "Rexanna...are you scared of The Voice at all?"
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
