meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
Of all the answers she expects to hear, busy is not among them- and if there is a bright flame of envy to be found in her face at the response, can she truly be blamed? She has anything but busy of late, confined to the surface of the hospital bed: she has been stagnating in her body and mind, becoming more worthless by the day. "That's nice," she replies, a little sardonic, her head falling back and her eyes rolling up. "I've been busy, too. I moved my toe today."
She doesn't see him look out the window, but her eyebrow raises in clear surprise at the declaration that he needs assistance in a task - assistance from her. She, who once would have jumped at the opportunity to stand by his side through any endeavor- what can she possibly do for him now?
She does not say this, doesn't voice the pain that is her clear inadequacy. Instead she says the same thing she has said to everyone who's attempted to ease her out of bed this past week, her voice a little sharp. "I'll come with you when I can walk," Amalia murmurs, looking away. "It's not like I can really help you with anything right now, anyway. Unless it requires slightly wiggling a toe."
She doesn't see him look out the window, but her eyebrow raises in clear surprise at the declaration that he needs assistance in a task - assistance from her. She, who once would have jumped at the opportunity to stand by his side through any endeavor- what can she possibly do for him now?
She does not say this, doesn't voice the pain that is her clear inadequacy. Instead she says the same thing she has said to everyone who's attempted to ease her out of bed this past week, her voice a little sharp. "I'll come with you when I can walk," Amalia murmurs, looking away. "It's not like I can really help you with anything right now, anyway. Unless it requires slightly wiggling a toe."
day and night
