we can't change what stays and what fades away
Somewhere else, another age ago, the world is kinder and a war doesn't loom and love stands more of a chance.
It's the same until they kiss each other, because this time it isn't cold. This time Amalia's eyes fly open before fluttering shut, her hand coming up to rest gently on Adam's chest without pushing away. She leans into the kiss with a shy eagerness, and when he breaks away her cheeks are flushed not with anger, but delight.
"That was good." Too giddy for wit, Amalia gazes up at Adam with a goofy smile on her angled face. The hand on his chest presses flatter and clenches, clinging to his shirt as though afraid he might attempt to run. Playful challenge enters her vulnerable voice, an invitation in the tease as well as a way out: "I bet you say that to all the girls, though."
It's the same until they kiss each other, because this time it isn't cold. This time Amalia's eyes fly open before fluttering shut, her hand coming up to rest gently on Adam's chest without pushing away. She leans into the kiss with a shy eagerness, and when he breaks away her cheeks are flushed not with anger, but delight.
"That was good." Too giddy for wit, Amalia gazes up at Adam with a goofy smile on her angled face. The hand on his chest presses flatter and clenches, clinging to his shirt as though afraid he might attempt to run. Playful challenge enters her vulnerable voice, an invitation in the tease as well as a way out: "I bet you say that to all the girls, though."
Amalia
