take a sad song

A m a l i a "I've had too much water?" This makes very little sense to Amalia, who frowns, licking her dry lips and parched mouth. "Was it when I drowned?" Is she still drowning, watching the last firings of a desperate mind fire off and create scenes that cannot possibly be real, so beautiful and terrible they are? "I'm so thirsty... have you had too much water, too?" The pride that Tobi feels is lost on Amalia, whose attention has snagged onto this idea of drowning like a torn and wayward thread. "My friend was drowning," Amalia murmurs slowly, trying to picture exactly what happened. It feels important to tell this woman who is not her mother but is a doctor, because maybe she can help. "We were on a boat, and then he touched me and it felt warm, but I was afraid. So I told him that I couldn't save him and then he... he drowned." She tightens her grip on her bare knees, nails biting into skin. "I tried to go in after him, but I must have gotten lost. Can you save him, Tobi?" If you can't save me? She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine