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The tears came so suddenly-so heavy, uncontrollable.  She didn’t want them to fall, but there were so many emotions suddenly flooding back to her, she couldn’t stop them.  It had been a few days since she found him, and in those few days came memories, feelings she’d thought she’d forgotten....  All it took was some peaceful silence, just the two of them, alone, for the reality of the situation to finally hit her.

She found him again.

It was a mutual silence, both of them taking in the weight of their reunion quietly, before it was interrupted by her soft sniffles and sobs.  She tried to keep them quiet, but... she never could hide how she felt around him.

His touch almost startled her, blinking as his fingertips gently brushed at her tear stained cheeks.  They felt somewhat rough, evidence of his life on the road, and yet still felt so familiar.  She sniffles softly once more, looking up at him, eyes glistening with tears under the moonlight as he stares back at her, a questioning look on his face.  She laughs weakly, sheepish.

❝       relax   .      i   believe   you   .      ❞           she’ll   give   him   the   benefit   of   the   doubt   ,      this   one   time   ,      because   shit   happens   and   the   world   isn’t   all   sunshine   and   butterflies   .      carefully   wipes   blood   away   from   his   face   with   a   rag   ,      amusement   hidden   in   arched   eyebrows   .            ❝           tell   me   more   about   what   happened   .      you   said   they   just   attacked   you      ---      i   don’t   understand   that   .           ❞

- amity has only ever been sure she’s in love with one person her whole life, and even then, she realized it a little too late.  she stays somewhat reserved nowadays, not letting herself get too close to anyone beyond friendship- except, of course, until she sees her first and only love again.

❝       ew   .      get   that   off   me   right   now   .      ❞           despite   herself   ,      her   words   hold   no   real   malice   ,      and   blood   rushes   to   her   face   in   copious   amounts   .      clawed   didgits   come   to   clasp   the   appendage   ,      and   hoist   him   upward   to   eye      level   by   it   and   it   alone   .      he’ll   offer   a   cat   like   grin   .            ❝           before   i   fill   you   with   helium   and   carry   you   around   by   it   like   a   children’s   balloon   .      you  know   ,      the   ones   that   they   let   go   and   leave   on   a   walmart   ceiling   until   they   deflate   .           ❞

Sometimes, there’d be new faces among the crowds in town.  She could watch them from her window, high up at the top of the church, a small little round window, but it was enough.  She’d watch people talk, she’d watch them shop, and trade, normal every day things, normal people.  People who, over time, she’d memorize.  These people weren’t like her.  These people wouldn’t like her.  She already could tell even some of the church didn’t like her, but they pretended not to.  But... it was all she had.

One little town.  One little window was all she had.

One day, as she helped tend to the yard of the church, as she looked out among all those faces, faces she’d grown used to in the few years she’d even been alive, there was something new.  Someone new.  She hardly had time to even look at them, as they called out to her, hello!, and the head priest tried to pull her away.  She didn’t have time for that, no, not with all her studying she had to do.  Back up to her room, with her books-those books were all she had.

A small glance is all she got....  She caught sight of them, a face she’d never seen-young, like her, eyes like her, different like her.  A sight that opened her eyes more than ever, a feeling she’d never felt before.  Familiarity.  A stranger who felt more like a friend than she’d ever had.