I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
She leans into his embrace obediently, too weak to resist even if she'd wanted to. There is a simple comfort in being held that Amalia desperately craves, and so she lets herself shatter and break in his arms, the sobs ripping through her slender frame. She mourns the lives that were lost too early, mourns the beauty that should have marked the day.
She mourns for herself, her lost legs and lost innocence, and the girl she once was.
You'll get over it one day. "Will I?!" Amalia gasps in reply, her voice muffled by snot and tears. Reaching for her face, she attempts to bury her head in her hands, to hide her weakness form the world. She cannot speak, but through the Attuned bond her anguish and doubt ring true and clear. I'll get over this just in time for the next disaster, and the next one, and the next- and I won't be able to stop any of them. Maybe I don't want to get over it. What's the point of trying so hard when nothing ever matters?
She mourns for herself, her lost legs and lost innocence, and the girl she once was.
You'll get over it one day. "Will I?!" Amalia gasps in reply, her voice muffled by snot and tears. Reaching for her face, she attempts to bury her head in her hands, to hide her weakness form the world. She cannot speak, but through the Attuned bond her anguish and doubt ring true and clear. I'll get over this just in time for the next disaster, and the next one, and the next- and I won't be able to stop any of them. Maybe I don't want to get over it. What's the point of trying so hard when nothing ever matters?
i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
'Til there's nothing left inside my soul
Amalia
