you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
As soon as she swallows down the pill Amalia is gripped with severe regret, anxiety coming over her like clawing and cloying smoke. "Y... yeah," she replies with a nervous giggle, not sure badass is the word she would use to describe herself. Moron, maybe. Impulsive. Reckless. Druggie. Future addict. Nervous wreck. Failure-
Luckily Adam speaks up again and saves her from her downward spiral. Lifting her head from on top of her knees the baker turns to face him, though her hands are still wrapped tightly enough around her legs to leave claw marks in the skin. "Extra what?" A crooked smile that does not quite make it to her eyes; her anxiety is clear on her expressive face. Is she high yet? "People don't exactly pay me for my wares."
Sweat is beading on Amalia's brow, a sign that she is anything but relaxed. Clearly the drugs aren't working on her. Clearly this was a terrible idea.
Luckily Adam speaks up again and saves her from her downward spiral. Lifting her head from on top of her knees the baker turns to face him, though her hands are still wrapped tightly enough around her legs to leave claw marks in the skin. "Extra what?" A crooked smile that does not quite make it to her eyes; her anxiety is clear on her expressive face. Is she high yet? "People don't exactly pay me for my wares."
Sweat is beading on Amalia's brow, a sign that she is anything but relaxed. Clearly the drugs aren't working on her. Clearly this was a terrible idea.
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
