Shade in the Shadows

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam could seen Amalia tensing right away, could just sense how uncomfortable she was. A cold hurt grabbed his heart at the knowledge that she would always hate him, just a little bit, for what he was and what he did. That his very being was an offense to her and her beliefs. "Because it is new, I suppose. Why shouldn't she want to see it? Everyone else did." He answered defensively, not quite looking at Amalia. There it was again, the blight. He sighed. "Yes, I have noticed it. But no I did not spread it and I'm not helping The Voice too." His eyes were hard when he looked to her now, his mouth drawn into a line. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.