I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
His larger hand covers hers and the ring, closing trembling fingers around the band. Exhaling softly, Amalia does not really try to hide the tears that well once more at the corners of her eyes, leaving tracks in the dirt that still covers her face. The metal feels cool and comforting within her palm, and gods, she wants to believe it will be okay.
Amalia hadn't thought herself currently capable of laughter, but Adam's impression surprises a burst of amusement from the girl. Immediately she winces, pressing her hand to her bruised ribs, but the damage is done: despite her pain Amalia is softened, brightened in a way only Adam could have pulled off.
Catching her breath, she shakes her head. "He was there. Not during, but... After. He brought me here. He's probably around somewhere, helping with the injured." Her expression falters again as she remembers the carnage, the broken bodies, the lungs that will never breathe again, the hearts that will never mend.
She licks dry lips and swallows, hard. "At the festival... Do you know how .. how many?"
Amalia hadn't thought herself currently capable of laughter, but Adam's impression surprises a burst of amusement from the girl. Immediately she winces, pressing her hand to her bruised ribs, but the damage is done: despite her pain Amalia is softened, brightened in a way only Adam could have pulled off.
Catching her breath, she shakes her head. "He was there. Not during, but... After. He brought me here. He's probably around somewhere, helping with the injured." Her expression falters again as she remembers the carnage, the broken bodies, the lungs that will never breathe again, the hearts that will never mend.
She licks dry lips and swallows, hard. "At the festival... Do you know how .. how many?"
i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
'Til there's nothing left inside my soul
Amalia
