meet me where the falling stars live
I will wait for you day and night
She follows him into the cozy room, grateful for the quiet, for the respite from the crowds. As he closes the door she sinks onto the bed, pulling her feet up under herself and staring down at the duvet. What to tell him? How to begin? I'm sorry I got high, I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and made some bad decisions but actually it was kind of pleasant and I'm better now?Somehow that doesn't feel like a good starting point, but then, nothing really does.
Looking up at Deimos through soft dark eyes, Amalia smiles somewhat half-heartedly, patting the place beside her for the Sword to take a seat. "I'm... I'm sorry I didn't tell you. That something... that I was having a hard time." Sighing softly, she furrows her eyebrows, dark gaze drifting back down to her lap. "Sometimes I just... I get lost in it, a little. And I'm not... I'm not used to telling people. When something goes wrong."
Even now she is hesitant, concerned. What would he say to the darkness inside her, the aching and broken pieces perpetually shattered, held together only by tenacity and faith? What would he do if he knew that sometimes she cannot hold it all, that it's too heavy for her narrow shoulders and she needs to just collapse and there's nothing he can do to fix it, nothing she needs but to be held, to ride out the tide of anxiety and injury, to hurt so she can heal, to----
Calm down, she tells herself. Take a breath.
Amalia
