Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
When Loren paused to look at him, Sam noticed that something was wrong in the man's eyes. They were....flat. A flatness he recognised, actually, an emotion that had called to him many times in the last few evenings when he'd realised just how lonely his bed had felt with one empty half.
"Oh, I don't mind...I just..." He considered letting it go, just dismissing Loren and continuing with his notes; somehow Sam could not shake the feeling he was going to regret not asking more. With a sigh he looked up and tilted his head, gently asking: "Are you alright? You don't look well." Perhaps it was an awkward thing to say to a stranger, but it was true and he felt like someone else's misery might be a good distraction from his own.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
