I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a map
& I knew that somehow I could find my way back
"Who says I want to get out of here?" It's a wry remark, almost a joke, but there's a harsh undercurrent of truth to it. As much as she loathes the infirmary, the idea of leaving terrifies her. What is she to do in the world, broken doll of a girl that she is? After this latest and greatest failure, how much further can she possibly fall?
His self-depricating remark does earn a laugh, barking and harsh in a single note, surprising Amalia herself. Closing her eyes against a sudden, stinging wetness, the girl smiles mirthlessly. "Great. A perfect pair of disaster artists." She ought to have said something kinder, something empathetic, but she doesn't have it in her. Not today.
She sighs but takes the handful of straw, placing it in her chest. Wincing, Amalia drags herself up in the bed, propping her weight on her elbows and dragging her legs behind her. Thoroughly exhausted from that simple action, it takes her a moment to pick the straw back up. One eyebrow cocked up curiously, the baker inspects the bundle. "Are you making baskets or bird nests?"
His self-depricating remark does earn a laugh, barking and harsh in a single note, surprising Amalia herself. Closing her eyes against a sudden, stinging wetness, the girl smiles mirthlessly. "Great. A perfect pair of disaster artists." She ought to have said something kinder, something empathetic, but she doesn't have it in her. Not today.
She sighs but takes the handful of straw, placing it in her chest. Wincing, Amalia drags herself up in the bed, propping her weight on her elbows and dragging her legs behind her. Thoroughly exhausted from that simple action, it takes her a moment to pick the straw back up. One eyebrow cocked up curiously, the baker inspects the bundle. "Are you making baskets or bird nests?"
then i heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
so I stayed in the darkness with you
Amalia
