Oh, how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lie broken in words I said
And I lie broken in words I said
She really was lovely, with a kind personality to match her too-perfect beauty. Despite his reservations about the selection of the Greatwood as his new home, he had to admit that at least the welcoming committee made the move all the more appealing. As she picked up one of the few remaining boxes, Liam shrugged and stacked a few on top of each other, picking up the stack of boxes easily and carrying them into the cottage.
"What brought you to the Greatwood?" he asked as they walked up towards the little house, curious as to her reasoning. Once upon a time, he would have thought anyone mad for moving from the modernity of Stormbreak to the, shall we say, rustic charm of the Greatwood. But now that he was here, he had to admit that there was something peaceful about the area, something that drew him in, promising a new start that he so desperately needed.
"I'll let it grow, then," he said of the rose, gently kicking open the door for Phoebe to enter the cottage. It was small and quaint, but well-built, with an open kitchen and living room that had plenty of natural light. There were two rooms off the main living area that would serve as bedrooms, furniture already in place. At this point, it was mostly unpacking the boxes and making some minute adjustments to furniture placement to suit Liam's exacting standards.
The movers caught his eye, and he excused himself for a moment to settle up with them; once they were off, he turned back to Phoebe. "I appreciate your help," he said. "Everything should be labelled. I was planning to start in the kitchen?" he suggested, gesturing towards the area and its stacked, neatly labeled boxes. "If you open the boxes, I'll decide where things need to go."
"What brought you to the Greatwood?" he asked as they walked up towards the little house, curious as to her reasoning. Once upon a time, he would have thought anyone mad for moving from the modernity of Stormbreak to the, shall we say, rustic charm of the Greatwood. But now that he was here, he had to admit that there was something peaceful about the area, something that drew him in, promising a new start that he so desperately needed.
"I'll let it grow, then," he said of the rose, gently kicking open the door for Phoebe to enter the cottage. It was small and quaint, but well-built, with an open kitchen and living room that had plenty of natural light. There were two rooms off the main living area that would serve as bedrooms, furniture already in place. At this point, it was mostly unpacking the boxes and making some minute adjustments to furniture placement to suit Liam's exacting standards.
The movers caught his eye, and he excused himself for a moment to settle up with them; once they were off, he turned back to Phoebe. "I appreciate your help," he said. "Everything should be labelled. I was planning to start in the kitchen?" he suggested, gesturing towards the area and its stacked, neatly labeled boxes. "If you open the boxes, I'll decide where things need to go."
Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began
Standing where it all began
Liam
