Sep 26, 2019
Amara has anger burning in her breast and, like all else to do with darkness, it’s all encompassing. Never learned how to feel. Even now she is not sure this is an actual feeling at all. Is it anger? Or who she is? Yet her other self, the opposite side of her same coin, is the only being who gets it. So it goes to say she can not direct this anger at him, can she?
Instead she throws a boulder the size of a prison bus into the lake she’s currently glaring at. It does not soften her rage in the slightest. Why?
