You aren't brave.
You're not strong.
You're just along
for the ride.
In the passenger seat.
Not driving.
So you're a
bit (a lot)
of a follower.
Letting Louis or Lucy
drag-drag-drag
you along.
And when trouble comes
you run, run for cover.
(Coward)
...
Everyone's running.
You're not the
only one.
But you can't help but
wonder
where they learned
that from.
Sure, this whole
life-without-obligations
thing is fun -
while it lasts.
But you're sososo
tired of
holding people at
arms length.
Except Lucy and Louis,
of course, they're
your best friends,
they're all you've got.
And yet you keep running,
dodging bullets.
But, why?
Why are you
pushpushing
them away?
...
Run for cover, darling,
because that's all
you're good for.
...
She's always been
kind of crazy.
(Spontaneous...
or something like that)
She claims she makes
memories.
And well, that's
true enough,
you'll always remember
her smiling with her
brightbright hair
blowing back in that
old blue Mustang.
And that's the moment
you decided to stop
running for cover.
LYSANDER! I love him sososo much. But, I love Lucy/Lysander more - no not Lucy/Lorcan, Lucy/Lysander.
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