and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
She ought to do something. To hold him, reassure him, somehow take away his pain, and yet as Bastien crumples next to her Amalia feels tied and unsure, frozen in place by her own troubled relationship with everything that has brought them to this place. Her hand rises up, hovers above his back, and then drops down to her side once more, the motion of comfort rejected. She has no idea what to do.
So she simply sits, staring blankly into the Temple for a time. The wealth of her own pain is immeasurable, and she dares not look upon it too closely lest it swallow her, leave her gasping for air. A minute passes, or is it an hour? and finally Amalia can bear it no longer. She shifts in her seat, glancing one last time down at Bastien and quickly up again. "I'm... I'm sorry," she murmurs helplessly, rising from the pew. "I hope- I'm going to- I'm sorry. You, you know where to find me."
And with that the Shield slips away, clutching her breast and choking back tears.
{fin}
So she simply sits, staring blankly into the Temple for a time. The wealth of her own pain is immeasurable, and she dares not look upon it too closely lest it swallow her, leave her gasping for air. A minute passes, or is it an hour? and finally Amalia can bear it no longer. She shifts in her seat, glancing one last time down at Bastien and quickly up again. "I'm... I'm sorry," she murmurs helplessly, rising from the pew. "I hope- I'm going to- I'm sorry. You, you know where to find me."
And with that the Shield slips away, clutching her breast and choking back tears.
{fin}
Amalia
