until i'm ready, let me be
Does she want that? To be a family- to have a family again, one forged in blood and shared experience? Of course she wants it. Why else would she be trying now to find common ground, impossible as it may seem?
But does he want her? That she doesn't know. Dysfunctional as the lot may be, the Wordsworths already are a family, and Amalia isn't part of that. She's an accident, an interloper, possibly one of many. Something curls and boils in her chest, pushing up into her throat; it will be easy for Sam to read the anxiety in the way she begins to fidget and fret, fingers pulling at each other, her lip sucked in between her teeth.
She doesn't look at Sam when she speaks, her voice hoarser than she'd like it to be. "Do... Do you want it? To... To try?"
But does he want her? That she doesn't know. Dysfunctional as the lot may be, the Wordsworths already are a family, and Amalia isn't part of that. She's an accident, an interloper, possibly one of many. Something curls and boils in her chest, pushing up into her throat; it will be easy for Sam to read the anxiety in the way she begins to fidget and fret, fingers pulling at each other, her lip sucked in between her teeth.
She doesn't look at Sam when she speaks, her voice hoarser than she'd like it to be. "Do... Do you want it? To... To try?"
i have to heal myself
AmaLiA
