Amalia
a certain darkness is needed to see the stars
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Is it crueler to be here or to leave him to himself? Amalia continues to pull fingers through his hair, floating, surfers over the endless waves. She doesn't have enough presence of mind to let go of this anchor, even though she knows she doesn't have the right to claim him as her own. "A sword has to be held by someone," she muses, looking at the sky. "It can't protect anyone if it doesn't protect itself." Does it make sense? The Shield isn't sure.
Nothing makes sense right now.
"You have to be something for you." At last the hand slips away; at last the girl rises up, unsteadily, a half-stand. "I think I'm supposed to go somewhere." She isn't sure where she's going, but she knows she has to go. Go somewhere, be something, live another life. She left him already, and it's too late for her to turn back around.
Nothing makes sense right now.
"You have to be something for you." At last the hand slips away; at last the girl rises up, unsteadily, a half-stand. "I think I'm supposed to go somewhere." She isn't sure where she's going, but she knows she has to go. Go somewhere, be something, live another life. She left him already, and it's too late for her to turn back around.
