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
Amalia is standing outside an empty store for absolutely no reason at all.
That's what she tells herself, anyway. That the only reason she keeps walking on this road is because it's scenic. That the modest stone storefront doesn't remind her of another shop, miles and lifetimes away. That she hasn't wondered about the state of the kitchen, hasn't imagined the counter full of baked treats, hasn't begun subconsciously taking stock of the vendors nearby that would sell the supplies she'd need.
And right now? Right now, she's definitely not peering in through the windows, trying to get a better view of the space. It couldn't work, anyway - she's far too busy, she reminds herself, though if asked with what she's not sure she could say.
That's what she tells herself, anyway. That the only reason she keeps walking on this road is because it's scenic. That the modest stone storefront doesn't remind her of another shop, miles and lifetimes away. That she hasn't wondered about the state of the kitchen, hasn't imagined the counter full of baked treats, hasn't begun subconsciously taking stock of the vendors nearby that would sell the supplies she'd need.
And right now? Right now, she's definitely not peering in through the windows, trying to get a better view of the space. It couldn't work, anyway - she's far too busy, she reminds herself, though if asked with what she's not sure she could say.
Amalia
