Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
At least he understands, earning a small nod from Amalia. Memory prickles at the back of her mind, something with him and Nate and the sun, but it's like grasping for embers in a cloud of smoke. "Neither do I," she agrees quietly. "Especially towards the end."But it isn't an excuse, doesn't absolve him, and Sam needs to be held accountable for what he's done. And as much as she does not want a role greater than what she has, Amalia knows she has no choice, that she never truly did. "Of course," she answers with a sigh, looking down and rubbing her hand over her wrist. "I'm staying with... at Remi and Ronin's. When the time comes, you can send a letter there."
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
