Feb 26, 2018
we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes. (Lucy)
“You’re telling me, Lucy,” Hal sighed. It was a deep sigh, one that seemed to stem from somewhere deep inside his soul. Since they were just fifth years, the invisible threat had been looming in their lives - in the thin white scars that criss-crossed his back, in the friends that had been alienated along the way, those that had cut themselves off, those that had gone. They had stopped being children a long time before they grew up. Nobody was who they had been there, there was too much weight to carry. “You’re. Telling. Me.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tried to give her a reassuring squeeze. “But we’ll be alright, mate. I promise.”