i wasn't ready for goodbye

"Hm. Then it seems kinda natural that things might change, right?" Adam was not really used to (or qualified for) giving relationship advice, but he did know that over time things changed, developed and matured; sometimes that meant they fell apart, and it was painful, but sensible to move on when they did. "Do you think it's changed too much?"

Then suddenly, smoothly, they were talking about their potential lost love again, fingers laced together and Amalia pressed in close to him. Adam stroked her hair, took his time to answer as he thought it over, knowing that his answer to his question was unlikely to be what she wanted to hear. "Honestly? No. I died way too early, Ama, and in such a fucking stupid way." Sighing, leaning for a moment to hug her, he closed his eyes tight, trying not to sound too pathetic.

"I always wanted to know what I'd do with all the time I had...I thought I'd live forever. I thought I was so fucking cool, with my guns and shit..." A sad laugh and shake of his head later, he pulled back, gently stroking down her arms. "It's nice that Pet's here with me, but...I dunno. We've been there for what feels like forever, and I want to get back out."

So collect your courage and collect your horse
And pray you never feel this same kind of remorse

Adam