walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
Whether stubborn, uncertain, or strictly understand, the alchemist simply let the girl cry against him, making no attempt to hurry her through it. The wetness on his shirt would dry and it wasn't as if he had anything else to be doing. As he'd just told her, it wasn't as though the shrine-maintenance was for Aoife. It was for him, and perhaps this was just a new part of that.
"You can. It's why this is here..At first when she was gone, I didn't want to talk about her or even think about her, but that was wrong. Having this place, somewhere I can be intentional about remembering her, helps." Or at least, it helped him. Whether it would at all help a young demigod who'd never been able to meet her half-sister was another question entirely.
"You can. It's why this is here..At first when she was gone, I didn't want to talk about her or even think about her, but that was wrong. Having this place, somewhere I can be intentional about remembering her, helps." Or at least, it helped him. Whether it would at all help a young demigod who'd never been able to meet her half-sister was another question entirely.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
