until i'm ready, let me be
She's growing more frustrated by the minute - with him, with herself, with this whole situation. They can argue each other in circles until the sun comes up, and then what? Neither will have changed their minds.
Biting firmly on her lips, Amalia turns her head from Sam. The weariness is returned to her face; shaking her head as he speaks, she reaches out for the letter again. It feels so heavy in her hands, so dry against her fingers- so meaningful, but meaningless, too.
"Sam..." Trailing off Amalia sighs, staring down at the paper on her lap. "Do you think... Do you think we'll ever have a relationship? Do you think we'll ever be able to, to actually talk? And be a... A fam... Or whatever? Or will the gods always be in the way?"
Biting firmly on her lips, Amalia turns her head from Sam. The weariness is returned to her face; shaking her head as he speaks, she reaches out for the letter again. It feels so heavy in her hands, so dry against her fingers- so meaningful, but meaningless, too.
"Sam..." Trailing off Amalia sighs, staring down at the paper on her lap. "Do you think... Do you think we'll ever have a relationship? Do you think we'll ever be able to, to actually talk? And be a... A fam... Or whatever? Or will the gods always be in the way?"
i have to heal myself
AmaLiA
