Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
Under different circumstances she would have cause for celebration, would be espousing her new changes with an unmatched vibrancy and reverent awe. But as things are his pride only wounds her, another thing to be taken away when she finally reveals the truth.The tears that burn from under her eyelids only threaten to fall faster as he takes a seat, looking at her with concerned eyes she cannot possibly meet. On the table before her her hands open and close, nails clenching on her palms as she struggles to find words. Inhale. Exhale. Swallow it down. Her mouth opens once, closes, opens again.
Look up. Meet his eyes. He deserves that much.
"It's Kia, Deimos. She's... she's gone."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
