When everyone tells us what we can be
How can we rewrite the stars?
How can we rewrite the stars?
As expected he was going home. She was surprised to observe that she felt a twinge of disappointment at that, apparently some tiny part of her had dared hope he might be staying. If he was staying she wouldn't have to think any further about where she would be for Christmas, obviously she'd stay if he did, for once she'd actually have a friend around and it would be easier to miss out on Flora's party if she wasn't the only one having to miss it. Oh well.
I know, but I don't know if I'll be able to come even if I don't stay. Hesper regretted saying it as soon as she heard the words leave her mouth. She didn't like to say too much about her great aunt, it was bad enough being pitied because her parents were dead but she didn't want to be pitied for having a tyrannical great aunt as their replacement. Sometimes it was impossible not to let little snippets slip out that all together would paint a rather bleak picture of her home life but she liked to think that these tidbits were too few and far between for anyone to have really noticed. My great aunt worries. It was meant as an explanation, one that would hopefully make her great aunt sound like a fretful mother hen and not a puritan.
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