what baking can do

and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound

"At least you're still together." None of the bitterness in her voice is meant for Remi, but still a bite of envy colors her dark voice. All of Amalia's choices gave left her where she began: lost, alone, struggling against stream. Tiredly she rubs against her wrist, thumbing over a scar that isn't there. "That sounds nice," she agrees wistfully, eyes drifting back to the clouded window. "Maybe..."

But then Remi confesses something serious in so nonchalant a tone it gives her whiplash. Amalia's head snaps back around; "It said that? Why?" She reaches for Remi and then hesitates, thinking better. "What will you do?"

Amalia