make peace with your broken pieces
Gods, can he even hear himself? Jaws clenched tight enough to hurt her teeth, fists balled up and drawing blood, Amalia stares at Remi and searches for something, anything that looks like her one-time friend. "What are you doing, if not just existing?" Surely whatever pit it is Remi has found his way to cannot be considered living.
It feels almost comical to be sitting on the ground and screaming at one another, but Amalia, too, does not stand. Standing feels like giving up, a finality to it, and besides. She's too damn stubborn to be the first one to back down, at least for now. "You think you're so above it all. You act like nothing matters but your own little bubble and the rest of us should just tiptoe around you."
It's a harder anger in her voice now, clipped with jagged glass. "Guess what, Remi? The world still exists. People still care about you. And they're still going to try to protect you. And they're still going to be hurt if you are."
Tearing away to look at the horizon, her face reflects the rolling storm. "And you can call me selfish or whatever you want. But I'd rather see you hate me than see you dead." If that makes her the monster he seems to think, so be it. Later she will cry about this; for now her fury outburns the impending, inevitable panic attack.
It feels almost comical to be sitting on the ground and screaming at one another, but Amalia, too, does not stand. Standing feels like giving up, a finality to it, and besides. She's too damn stubborn to be the first one to back down, at least for now. "You think you're so above it all. You act like nothing matters but your own little bubble and the rest of us should just tiptoe around you."
It's a harder anger in her voice now, clipped with jagged glass. "Guess what, Remi? The world still exists. People still care about you. And they're still going to try to protect you. And they're still going to be hurt if you are."
Tearing away to look at the horizon, her face reflects the rolling storm. "And you can call me selfish or whatever you want. But I'd rather see you hate me than see you dead." If that makes her the monster he seems to think, so be it. Later she will cry about this; for now her fury outburns the impending, inevitable panic attack.
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