Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
Even with the permission it takes a moment for her to prepare herself, her mouth suddenly dry as the distant cliffs where Kiada was left behind. When she does speak her voice is faltering, cracking, stumbling as she tries to find words she hasn't brought herself to tell him, hasn't realized she needed to until only days ago."I... when I saw Remi again, something happened. He... he could feel me, all of how I felt, and it made me realize... Deimos, when I said I was tired of pretending to be happy--" She breaks off, staring at her hands as they open and close upon her thighs, grasping for some clarity, a way to tell him all she has to. She has never been one for eloquence.
"Everything has changed so much since we met. Everything. And I've changed- gods, I've changed so much." She chuckles tiredly, glancing up at him, dark eyes shining. "And you... you've always been so supportive through it. Always trying to fix it when I'm broken. Physically and emotionally."
She reaches up a trembling hand to brush across his cheek, a butterfly's caress that barely exists as more than a whisper. There's tears in her eyes and pain in her voice, fear and love bundled up as she exposes her heart. "But the thing is, the girl you're trying to fix... I don't think she exists anymore. And sometimes it feels like... I feel torn. Between the girl you love, the one who makes you happy, who you want, who you fell in love with, and what I'm becoming. And I..."
Her hand drops; again, she looks away. Closes her eyes furiously against the rising tears. "I can't keep being two people, Deimos. I need to know who I am, if I'm going to be what Vi needs."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
