[She finishes her sketch and the pause that follows is drawn out. A small breath escapes her as she hugs the sketchbook against her chest. Reluctant.
Adam was the one who told her that it helps to speak of her past with detachment but not necessarily with apathy; she shouldn't invalidate her own pain.
Henry is lucky in his rolling of the metaphorical dice. It also helps that after silently mending the gap during their trip beneath Blue Moon Lake, Amelia feels a lot more willing to speak truthfully or at least frankly.
She said it herself; it didn't have to be a challenge.]
Henry rolled a nat 20...
Adam was the one who told her that it helps to speak of her past with detachment but not necessarily with apathy; she shouldn't invalidate her own pain.
Henry is lucky in his rolling of the metaphorical dice. It also helps that after silently mending the gap during their trip beneath Blue Moon Lake, Amelia feels a lot more willing to speak truthfully or at least frankly.
She said it herself; it didn't have to be a challenge.]
You could say I was chosen.
[She turns her gaze to her red roses.]
It was a kidnapping.