Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
Amalia takes a shuddering breath, moving her hands down to her knees. She wishes he would show her something, but it is still stone and ice and careful control, leaving her feeling isolated and exposed. She has no right to be hurt, she knows this, and yet she can feel the pain and anger rising inside her, her body tensing as he speaks. "That's not fair," Amalia whispers, tears stinging her eyes, hands balled tightly enough for her nails to cut into her palms. "None of that was your fault. You do give so much. It's not your fault that the world keeps taking." Not hers, either.Yet here they are.
"But Dei... you can't, can't put that weight on people. On me. I can't be everything you have. I can't hold your happiness only on my shoulders." The tears are falling faster now, staining her cheeks, dropping into her lap. "Not when I can barely hold myself."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
