The faery lady looked at Hettie curiously from beneath her wig. “You know…” she said, very softly. “All I wanted was that you would be my friend. That isn’t very much to ask, is it? Doesn’t everyone in the Smoke Lands have a friend? Doesn’t everyone have someone?” She smiled pitifully and looked away. “I wanted a little person who would be mine, because no one else is. Life is so lonely when one lives as long as we do, in such a horrible, horrible house. But you never wanted to be my friend. You never, ever did.

The faery lady looked at Hettie curiously from beneath her wig. “You know…” she said, very softly. “All I wanted was that you would be my friend. That isn’t very much to ask, is it? Doesn’t everyone in the Smoke Lands have a friend? Doesn’t everyone have someone?” She smiled pitifully and looked away. “I wanted a little person who would be mine, because no one else is. Life is so lonely when one lives as long as we do, in such a horrible, horrible house. But you never wanted to be my friend. You never, ever did.

– Stefan Bachmann –

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