Rating out of Ten

Amalia It is still early, but already Amalia can feel herself growing tense and anxious with the enclosed space. Oh, she knows most of the people within, but how many does she truly know? How many is she close with, friends with, does she trust not to loathe her by the time the sun returns, seven long and worried nights full of mistakes later? Not as many as she might like, but more than in the past. And on that list, not far from the top, is a tousled looking drug addict who has somehow won his way into her heart. The smile that crosses Amalia's face as Adam calls her over is bright and mischievous, sharp dark eyes glancing over at the slender man, recognition coming even before Adam says his name. "So you're who this one keeps talking about," Amalia says, not unkindly, settling down onto the ground in front of the roaring fire. "Amalia. Tell me, Peter- how'd you manage to get tangled up in this one's mess?" reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you