AmaLIa
shield of safrin
His face on her hand is almost enough to break her, the familiar contours and the brush of his beard a whirlpool that threatens to draw her in entirely. It would be easy to fall into his orbit, to drown out the noise and grief and misunderstanding with kisses and caresses, with passion and fire. They could forget all this happened until the next time, the time after, it it off until it hangs over them and the roof of their house of glass falls in.
She brings her palm down. Her skin feels cold.
"I can't be your everything." Her eyes stay on his; her voice is soft, earnest as she searches his face. "I want to be there for you, but I don't know how if you won't tell me." Biting her lip, Amalia reaches out again, this time for his hand. Attuned though they may be, she cannot read his mind, and she cannot go on just believing that he is fine when he's obviously not. When neither of them are.
She brings her palm down. Her skin feels cold.
"I can't be your everything." Her eyes stay on his; her voice is soft, earnest as she searches his face. "I want to be there for you, but I don't know how if you won't tell me." Biting her lip, Amalia reaches out again, this time for his hand. Attuned though they may be, she cannot read his mind, and she cannot go on just believing that he is fine when he's obviously not. When neither of them are.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
