flasharedblur | t ; sweet dreams are made of this
FELIX FINIS. a phrase previously spoken with scorn and disbelief, something told only to children who still held the brief wisp of naivete. People don’t just get what they want, there just aren’t any HAPPY ENDINGS spared for people like her.
and yet here he was, telling her everything she wanted to hear; like he meant it.. if it was a LIE, it was a beautiful one, something even jewels and gold can’t buy.
EYES watch him as he finished his speech, its harsh battle-hard tempered to ... not soft, per say, but like the strong beauty in a snowglobe’s free interior.
“I’m not gong to run away this time.”
“Good night, Barry.”
not FATHER; they needed work, a lot of it. perhaps they’d never be perfect, but this was a start. A GOOD one.
And for the first time since she could remember, her dreams were sweet ones.
