Tag: alone, friendship, sad, someone

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.