you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
Amalia doesn't catch his flush, too focused on her question and the world around them. She nods slowly at his refusal, though, brow furrowed slightly. "I understand," the girl replies, disappointed but genuine. She would have liked to have him at her side, but with his family on the line he needs to toe it carefully.
She, on the other hand, has little to lose.
Flicking a smile back in Ronin's direction, the Shield nudges him again. "Well, shall we head in?" It's a long meandering walk until they divide, off to their own responsibilities, the warmth of the chaotic afternoon leaving a bright point in Amalia's thoughts.
And the next morning she arrives at dawn, a box of pastries in her hands.
{Fin}
She, on the other hand, has little to lose.
Flicking a smile back in Ronin's direction, the Shield nudges him again. "Well, shall we head in?" It's a long meandering walk until they divide, off to their own responsibilities, the warmth of the chaotic afternoon leaving a bright point in Amalia's thoughts.
And the next morning she arrives at dawn, a box of pastries in her hands.
{Fin}
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
