The Bridge to Lucy Dunne

by Exurb1a

They all started like this, empty cups that thought they weren't. And some never got filled at all. And others, like Amy, came already whole, just lying there in the sand like works of art for bastards like him to come along and pick up and collect.

“Happy people are just miserable people you don't know well enough,”

That's a good thing, he thinks. To hold someone's hand in yours and know theirs is just as cold; to know a person by common imperfections.

It's not a human right. It's a house you have to build yourself. Your family and friends can help, but they're all busy building their own houses too. You're just bitter because you built a shit house.”

God, mornings are beautiful and I never watch them. I've never watched one before, not properly. Not like this.

“A good parent is one who allows her child the cold of the wind and does not always keep it indoors. Some men grow strong from barren soil and cold nights. Others, such as yourself, grow colder still.”