 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
When one fell in love, one got rather stubborn and it would seem that one would forsake the entire world for the person one was in love with. Perhaps this had been the case with Helena after her father had refused to give her and Sam his blessings.
As the familiar {as at the same time, unfamiliar} man approached, Helena found herself clutching at the pencil in her hand until her fist turned white. His words only served to confuse her more. For one thing, Helena was no longer a child. “Th-thank you,’’ Helena croaked, her voice somewhat brittle from the lack of use. She continued to study the man. “Home?” Where was home?
And why… why did it invoke warm feelings in her chest? |