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
Is this your family?
Liam's heart twisted painfully in his chest as he looked up to find his family portrait in Phoebe's hands, the way it always did when he thought of their absence. It had been years since they'd died, and yet they still had a hold on him as though it was yesterday. Some days, he almost felt okay, but then something small would spark a memory and he'd be enveloped in self-hatred. How could he be okay when everyone he loved was gone?
"It was," he said softly, moving to stand next to Phoebe. "They died in the attack on the Tower." It went unsaid that this was why he'd moved; why, after years of torment chasing their ghosts in the city, he'd found it easier to start over elsewhere. "It was a long time ago." As though that made it easier, somehow.
Liam's heart twisted painfully in his chest as he looked up to find his family portrait in Phoebe's hands, the way it always did when he thought of their absence. It had been years since they'd died, and yet they still had a hold on him as though it was yesterday. Some days, he almost felt okay, but then something small would spark a memory and he'd be enveloped in self-hatred. How could he be okay when everyone he loved was gone?
"It was," he said softly, moving to stand next to Phoebe. "They died in the attack on the Tower." It went unsaid that this was why he'd moved; why, after years of torment chasing their ghosts in the city, he'd found it easier to start over elsewhere. "It was a long time ago." As though that made it easier, somehow.
Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began
Standing where it all began
Liam
