“Come back, Clark” she whispers between sobs. “Please, come back.”
Her hands curl around the fabric of her pillow that must already be soaked by her tears.
This is so crushing!
Dream myself into a family I can't have?
...yes.
Oh, poor Clark.
“Yes.” Suddenly I'm ashamed of myself. I promised her I'd return. That hadn't been fair. “Why are you crying?*
You're doing such a nice job of capturing how he takes the world's problems on his shoulders, in this little microcosm you're building.
For a moment I listen to what is being said downstairs. If this was ever really about what Lois did at the playground, her parents’ fight has long since veered off into a completely different direction. They’re arguing for argument’s sake.
Ugh, I hate these parents.
She purses her lips, her jaw suddenly set in grim determination. “I hate bullies.”
“Yeah, so do I.”
Love that she's getting here so early in life!
His beatings didn't hurt, unlike the words he whispered in my ear while I let him beat me up until, one day, he broke his arm on me.
So sad for such layered reasons.
Do I even have a Neverland? It's definitely not my recent past where I'm all alone and isolated. Neverland is supposed to be a happy place full of adventures with fairies and mermaids.
The Kents' farm being Neverland also feels like it could be straight out of Barrie's original story. This whole thing is so heart wrenching. I see there are a few more, and I'm eager to keep reading these!
