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
I am very tired of pretending, Amalia admits, tears pricking cruel and uninvited at the corners of her eyes. It's true, though: the girl, the baker, the Shield is weary, trapped within herself. For all the emotions she wears on her sleeves a sea of them lurks below the surface, too easily tapped, too restless, too raw.
She works so hard to hide them, especially from Deimos. But despite her efforts to bury it down, the anguish doesn't end.
I think I feel things too deeply. Closing her eyes as tears drip down, Amalia exhales. Deimos has given me so much. Helped me come out of my shell, see the light in the world. In myself. And he's always been there, always tried to be strong for me, to fix me when I get... like this. Resentment rankles her thoughts, a long-held exhaustion. The girl who had needed help finding the sun... she isn't that girl anymore.
Any yet. What kind of person would I be to abandon him when he needs me? When he's never done anything - anything - wrong?
She works so hard to hide them, especially from Deimos. But despite her efforts to bury it down, the anguish doesn't end.
I think I feel things too deeply. Closing her eyes as tears drip down, Amalia exhales. Deimos has given me so much. Helped me come out of my shell, see the light in the world. In myself. And he's always been there, always tried to be strong for me, to fix me when I get... like this. Resentment rankles her thoughts, a long-held exhaustion. The girl who had needed help finding the sun... she isn't that girl anymore.
Any yet. What kind of person would I be to abandon him when he needs me? When he's never done anything - anything - wrong?
Amalia
