Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
He takes her face into his hands, making promises with calloused fingers and warm blue eyes that Amalia wants so desperately to hold onto. She does cling to them, for now at least, tear-dropped lashes falling onto flushed cheeks, an expression of pain and longing and love sweeping across her face. This is the point where she would normally let it go, accept his unconditional adoration and bury down her lingering concerns in favor of falling into this comfortable trap. It would be so much easier, so much more comfortable, but it wouldn't be fair.Her hand rises up to cover his, slender fingers wrapping around large dark ones with a gentle squeeze. "I don't want to shut you out," she murmurs, eyes opening up again to peer into his face. She bites her lip, troubled and thoughtful, again searching for words. "I don't mean to. But everything has been so... you've been through so much, and I want to be strong for you. Like you are for me."
Sighing, Amalia turns away, extracting her face but keeping hold of his hand. "I told you Vi changed me. I don't know... exactly what it means, but I know that something is coming. Something big. And I have a part to play in it, and I can't do that if I don't know who I am." She drops his hand now, pulling up her legs and coiling in on themselves, forehead pressed against her knees as the tears begin to fall. "And when I'm with you I just- I want to be the person who holds you up, because it's easier than looking at my own problems, and I can't do that anymore, Dei. I need to deal with everything that's happened to me, and I need to learn to be okay with who I am, and to do that I... I think that I need space."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
