and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
It's slowly dawning on her just what this new change in their dynamic means, and with realization comes a new rush of emotions Amalia cannot contain. Literally, now- a terrifying thought, fear surging through her in a rapid current, followed swiftly by shame. She knows she is a mess, always has been, that everything she feels she feels more keenly than she reasonably should. And as much as she tries (and fails) to hide some, there is so much more she doesn't show. Things she wants to protect her loved ones from.
Things that might make them look at her so very differently, if they knew.
She wonders if he can feel how scared she is, how much she hates herself for feeling anything at all. A minute ago Amalia would have laughed and called herself an open book, but now that it is true she feels so much more vulnerable than she could ever dream. And Remi hadn't asked for any of it, hadn't wanted her here at all. How much better off would they both be, if she had listened and stayed away?
Shuddering she curls more tightly in on herself as though that might keep her safe, lock away those poorly-kept secrets that he will still feel because of course they are still touching, wrapped within each other and his wing. "I'm sorry," Amalia mumbles again, familiar panic clawing at her throat as she becomes more painfully aware of her own emotions than she would really like to be. "I'm sorry, oh gods Remi, I'm so sorry-" You must think I'm a mess.
Things that might make them look at her so very differently, if they knew.
She wonders if he can feel how scared she is, how much she hates herself for feeling anything at all. A minute ago Amalia would have laughed and called herself an open book, but now that it is true she feels so much more vulnerable than she could ever dream. And Remi hadn't asked for any of it, hadn't wanted her here at all. How much better off would they both be, if she had listened and stayed away?
Shuddering she curls more tightly in on herself as though that might keep her safe, lock away those poorly-kept secrets that he will still feel because of course they are still touching, wrapped within each other and his wing. "I'm sorry," Amalia mumbles again, familiar panic clawing at her throat as she becomes more painfully aware of her own emotions than she would really like to be. "I'm sorry, oh gods Remi, I'm so sorry-" You must think I'm a mess.
Amalia
