A spoonful of sugar

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help "I doubt we'll do much by way of a wedding," Amalia admits wryly, a flush across her cheek. "I never... wanted a big wedding. Though if Adam has his way, it'll be absolutely ridiculous." She remembers the conversation about sparkly dresses and dancing, never suspecting that within weeks her best friend will be dead. The comment about Deimos earns a raise of her eyebrow, somewhat skeptical but hopeful nonetheless that the men in her life will somehow find a way to work together. "I'll let you know," she promises, running a hand through her hair. "We'll have to see what happens. But... that would be nice." a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine