Lucy Christopher

There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die.- Ty from Stolen

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

You told me once of the plants that lie dormant through the drought, that wait, half-dead, deep in the earth. The plants that wait for the rain. You said they'd wait for years, if they had to; that they'd almost kill themselves before they grew again. But as soon as those first drops of water fall, those plants begin to stretch and spread their roots. They travel up through the soil and sand to reach the surface. There's a chance for them again.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land.""Like me, then," I said."Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

I remember that feeling of skin. It'sstrange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingersstill tingle with it.

How long will you keep me?" I asked.You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

If there'd been an astronaut on the moon right then, I'm sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down and seen me too... the only one who could.

You moved my head so that it was lying in your lap. "Keep your eyes open," you said. "Stay with me."I tried. It felt like I was using every muscle in my face. But I did it. I saw you from upside down, your lips above my eyes and your eyes above my lips. "Talk to me," you said. My throat felt like it was closing up, as if my skin had swollen, making my throat a lump of solid flesh. I gripped your hand. "Keep watching me, then," you said. "Keep listening.

Had you been lying all along? Mum gently stroked my hair. I whispered into her shoulder. __ can__ go back. Not yet. I can__ leave._ And she held my head tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around me. __ou don__ have to,_ she said, rocking me. __ou don__ have to do anything you don__ want to do, not anymore._ And I cried.

I guess whoever built and buried that IED out there in the desert will never know how far that blast traveled. But all things ripple out, cause shrapnel.

I didn__ want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I__ found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn__ look beautiful this time. Just evil.

I didn__ look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.

I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.

Ty?_ I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. __o what__ it like anyway? Australia?__ou smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.__ou__l find out,_ you said.

Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.

You saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in your eyes, as though you wanted something from me, as though you__ wanted it for a long time. No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me, I guess. Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They__e pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.

You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found.I'll take you there, you'd said.And I could say that I agreed.