Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
Emmett is right, but it's harder than that, harder than anything they have dealt with before. A happy medium is the perfect ideal, but clearly they are far from that, because the lines are already there, already blurred, an unclear road-map to a haphazard world. "It should," she agrees softly, sadly, a gentle sigh in her alto voice. "It should be up to us. And I hate that Zariah didn't listen, or even ask, today. But there's a lot of others who do."She wishes she could ease some of the sadness from his face. Her thoughts go to Phoebe, who had always seemed so sweet; and then she remembers the things she'd said about Zariah in the woods. They are children forced too soon to play at adulthood. No wonder they managed to hurt themselves, to fall apart under outside pressure that none among them were particularly prepared to wield in the first case?
Drawing her hand back, Amalia smiles, trying to keep the darkness from her face."Well, you feeling calm enough to head back into the sunlight? I could use some help on the evening bake."
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
