Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
She watches him reel as though the rug of the world was torn out from under him, shocked to see his stalwart figure brought to such vulnerability, so deeply and wretchedly exposed. Gentle hands reach for his shoulders, trying to steady him, to ease him down back to the chair and keep him from staggering deeper into the abyss. She has no answers, doesn't know what he's supposed to do, but right now?"Right now you need to sit down."The suggestion of flight into Halo has her eyes widening in panic and alarm. "Halo? Why?" And then he clarifies, and a whole new pain courses through her like electricity, another person who will have to be told and will inevitably be made to fall apart. But now is not the time. "You can tell him later," Amalia pleads, still not releasing her hold on his arm. "He may already know... Loren was there. Deimos, stay. Stay with me. Please-"
She breaks off, knowing she has no right to ask anything of him, no room to show her weakness now. Gently, tenderly, the girl reaches out, attempts to wrap her arms around him, to shield him from his pain. To be whatever she can for him, even as the hollow pain and guilt keeps a stranglehold on her throat.
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
