”I wouldn’t mind” I said after a long while, thinking of the rounded, fuzzy head and tiny fingers.
“I would” he kissed the top of my head “I saw Ian’s face; it was like his own flesh was being torn, each time Jenny screamed “ My arms were around him, stroking the ridged scars on his back. “I can bear pain, myself” he said softly “but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have”
rather a dull colour, brown, i’ve always thought. no. no, not dull at all. it’s like the the water in a burn, the way it ruffles down the rocks. dark in the wavy spots with wee bits of auburn when the sun touches it.
“You’re mine. And we are meant to be together. It’s the only explanation I have for all this. It’s… the only way I can wrap my mind around what’s happened all these past months. It’s all been for you and me..”