why else love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
There's a strange stillness that over takes Amalia, now that everything is out. A numbness starting in her toes, making its way in a steady, dulcet tingle through legs and hips and spine and arms, until she is no longer her body but an outside observer looking in. She watches detachedly as Remi and Ronin give her support she does not deserve, escorting the hollow shell she has become into another room with couches and comfort.
She lets them lead her, no fight left in her tired bones. It's only when her sobs have subsided that Amalia speaks again, face still buried in whichever of them has let her cling closest, snot and tears staining their shirt (or lack thereof). "I don't know how to do this," Amalia whispers hoarsely, her hands clenching and clenching anxiously. "How to be... whatever we are. He told me to protect them all, and I let her die- gods, I don't know."
Helplessly she turns up to Remi, searching his sea-green eyes. "How do you do it? How do you know?"
She lets them lead her, no fight left in her tired bones. It's only when her sobs have subsided that Amalia speaks again, face still buried in whichever of them has let her cling closest, snot and tears staining their shirt (or lack thereof). "I don't know how to do this," Amalia whispers hoarsely, her hands clenching and clenching anxiously. "How to be... whatever we are. He told me to protect them all, and I let her die- gods, I don't know."
Helplessly she turns up to Remi, searching his sea-green eyes. "How do you do it? How do you know?"
Amalia
