I sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
I am a dance of light and darkness, a galaxy of shadow and stars
What is she pretending to be? Everything and nothing, someone who can hold the world on her shoulders and who wants to hide beneath the rug. A good wife, a good friend, a good acolyte, a good person. Someone who can smile and hold up despite the crushing weight; the woman he wants her to be.
"Happy," Amalia breathes at last, staring at her bare feet on the carpeted floor. Head still wrapped up in her arms, she doesn't look as Deimos stops before her, doesn't reach out to take his hand. Words and anxieties rush through her like a hurricane, and she stands in the center, strangely calm. Not at peace, nor anything close, but dimly watching her world spiral to pieces around her ears.
Tightening her grip upon her hair, the girl closes her eyes. "Everything. Everything has changed. The whole world- my place in it- who I am- us-" She shakes her head, biting her lip. Everything has changed.
"Happy," Amalia breathes at last, staring at her bare feet on the carpeted floor. Head still wrapped up in her arms, she doesn't look as Deimos stops before her, doesn't reach out to take his hand. Words and anxieties rush through her like a hurricane, and she stands in the center, strangely calm. Not at peace, nor anything close, but dimly watching her world spiral to pieces around her ears.
Tightening her grip upon her hair, the girl closes her eyes. "Everything. Everything has changed. The whole world- my place in it- who I am- us-" She shakes her head, biting her lip. Everything has changed.
Amalia
