The next time I woke it was in the first motel we had found. Harry was sat awake. And so I crawled over to him. I sat on his lap and hugged him tight.
'Hi' I said
'Hey Katy' he smiled and kissed me lightly.
We spoke into the night. Our chats seemed dull and pathetic until..
"So, what are you dreams" he smiled.
"What's the point in dreams.. When nothing get betters."
"Everything gets better,Katy. You just gotta wish it better"
"I've been wishing since i was 7, nothing is better"
"What about Katy?"
"My dad left when I was 7.. Since I was 7 I have wished for him to come back.. He never has. I'm 17!! Its been 10 years! Wishing doesn't help"
"Oh I'm sorry..."
We sat in silence for ages after this.
