you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
His laughter is wholly unexpected, and she blinks a moment, tired mind struggling to make sense of what he means. She might have been irritated with anyone else, but Adam's giggling is only bemusing, making her tilt her head and frown as she wants for him to subside in his mirth and explain what it is he has in mind.
And the thing he says... well. Straightening up like a startled animal, the baker licks her lips uncertainly as he extracts a set of pills. "Drugs? she repeats, her voice a squeak of disbelief and something like panic. Nobody has offered her drugs before, and really all she knows about them is that her grandmother would caution her to stay away from them while her mother shrugged, not particularly concerned.
And now here is her strange friend, offering her pills. Still standing on the other side of the counter, Amalia squints skeptically at his outstretched hand, not quite ready to agree but also not outright rejecting the offer. She's been worn thin over this past year, and anything to help relax is tempting, as morally ambiguous as it may be. "What will it do to us?"
And the thing he says... well. Straightening up like a startled animal, the baker licks her lips uncertainly as he extracts a set of pills. "Drugs? she repeats, her voice a squeak of disbelief and something like panic. Nobody has offered her drugs before, and really all she knows about them is that her grandmother would caution her to stay away from them while her mother shrugged, not particularly concerned.
And now here is her strange friend, offering her pills. Still standing on the other side of the counter, Amalia squints skeptically at his outstretched hand, not quite ready to agree but also not outright rejecting the offer. She's been worn thin over this past year, and anything to help relax is tempting, as morally ambiguous as it may be. "What will it do to us?"
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
