Amalia
she was afraid of heights
She stares blankly at her wrist through his apology, afraid of what else she will find if she dares to survey the rest of her body. What else has he taken away from her without her knowledge or consent? How else has he changed her, erased moments and memories from her life, triumphs and failures and accidents alike? "Why?" she whispers, tears in her eyes, her alto voice choked as she exhales the syllable.
Once again she has been given new life, without ever asking for or wanting it.
It is Loren standing that makes her head snap up, fury blazing suddenly in the depths of her eyes. "Wait!" she cries, scrambling forward, still on the ground as she reaches stupidly after him. She can feel her heart racing in her chest, feel her breathing come heavy and fast. Why? Why is she angry? Why does it hurt so much? Why didn't he ask, and why does she need them, and why and why and why?
Kneeling, the baker drops her hand, palms on the cold stone and head bowed. "Please..." Amalia whispers helplessly, childlike loss in her broken voice. She feels helpless, weak, lost and afraid. "Please. I don't want to feel this way... Please. Take it back."
Once again she has been given new life, without ever asking for or wanting it.
It is Loren standing that makes her head snap up, fury blazing suddenly in the depths of her eyes. "Wait!" she cries, scrambling forward, still on the ground as she reaches stupidly after him. She can feel her heart racing in her chest, feel her breathing come heavy and fast. Why? Why is she angry? Why does it hurt so much? Why didn't he ask, and why does she need them, and why and why and why?
Kneeling, the baker drops her hand, palms on the cold stone and head bowed. "Please..." Amalia whispers helplessly, childlike loss in her broken voice. She feels helpless, weak, lost and afraid. "Please. I don't want to feel this way... Please. Take it back."
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
