I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
He releases her hand and Amalia feels cold, as though some tether to the world had been severed by the harmless act. Gaze trained upward on the all-too-familiar ceiling, she listens to the sound of the chair scraping on stone as the scene she just escapes replays on a loop through her tired brain. If only she had stopped him, if only she had noticed the stone, if only if only if only...
Sighing, the Shield shuts her eyes. "It wasn't his fault," she says unconvincingly, too tired to argue any further. "And I don't know where he went. Apparently Safrin came while I was unconscious and took him... somewhere." And left us behind, she does not add, but there is bitterness in her alto voice.
Cracking another mirthless smirk, the baker winces as she shakes her head. "It's my own fault I didn't get out in time. I was too busy being sentimental about the building to realize it was falling around my ears."
Sighing, the Shield shuts her eyes. "It wasn't his fault," she says unconvincingly, too tired to argue any further. "And I don't know where he went. Apparently Safrin came while I was unconscious and took him... somewhere." And left us behind, she does not add, but there is bitterness in her alto voice.
Cracking another mirthless smirk, the baker winces as she shakes her head. "It's my own fault I didn't get out in time. I was too busy being sentimental about the building to realize it was falling around my ears."
i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
'Til there's nothing left inside my soul
Amalia
