My mom slaps his hand away and I swallow, reaching for him. She drives off before we an touch and I break out crying again, burying my head in my arms.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When your heart gets pierced with arrows, don't rip them out and pierce those around you in retribution for your hurt. You'll only unnecessarily wound others and bleed to death yourself. — LadyMysterio
