Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
It feels like everything is going wrong, but if she's being completely honest Amalia doesn't think there's a right way to do it. "It's not you-" she interjects helplessly, hating herself for making him say it, her heart crumbling along with his expression. Her grasp on her legs tighten, and her voice is miserable when she speaks again. "It's nothing you've done. It's me."She expects... she doesn't know what she expects. Feelings, reactions, for him to fight for her. Instead she watches him rise off the couch, the distance between them unfathomably wide. She watches as he sits on the step, collapsing because the foundations she laid were not strong enough. And she listens as he tells her to go, pain and guilt and anger rolling stormily across her face.
"I'm not going to leave you like this." Exhaustion rakes across her suddenly; she sighs, uncoiling enough to rub her temples, elbows on her knees. "Talk to me, Deimos. You can't tell me I'm shutting you out if you won't talk to me."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
