Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
The words feel wrong before they evaporate, more fueled by hurt and anger than anything else, but it's too late for her to recant. She can feel the tension mounting within her, tensing her body, a bubbling in her belly that threatens to bubble over and explode. "I know you love me," she exclaims hoarsely, desperately. "I love you, too. But I can't keep... I don't... I'm sorry, Dei."She rises from the couch at last, hands clenched, eyes downcast. Her jaw clenches, the muscles rippling as she searches for the words to make this better and finds there's nothing there. It was never going to be easy, or pleasant, and Amalia can already feel the guilt rising within her, threatening to consume her, to drag her down.
"I... I'm going to go. I'll come back for my things later and... we'll talk again in a little while, okay? I just... I need some time." She turns away swiftly, vision blurred by tears. At the door to their shared home she falters, looking back over her shoulder and taking a shuddering breath. "I'm sorry, Deimos. I love you. I... I'm sorry."
And with that, she is gone.
{fin}
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
