familysheart:
“ you were here, though, helen, it’s not the same, “ there were gangs, and violence and just all around dark stuff on the isle. she lifts the camera in her hands, clicking as the white bird flew overhead, across the impossibly blue sky. “ this isn’t as—not permanent for you . “ dad hadn’t wanted them to leave, solely because it looked bad for him.
❝ yeah, i was here, because our mother hadn’t yet decided she liked a taste of the wild side. ❞ she says, a roll of her eyes toward the woman who had given birth to them. ❝ and i worked my ass off, every day, to try and get you here. so, when i tell you you’re not betraying anyone by being here, i mean it. this is as permanent as you want it to be, drusilla. you don’t have to go back there. ❞
