Amalia looks at him for a moment. The words were so light, so open, so honest. Those were the words she wanted to hear, the ones she needed to hear, even if she hadn't expected them. She nods ever so slightly. However, the pain still deep within her continues to make her doubt everything. The accusations that she makes herself, the accusations that are now slowly moving in a different direction. Simon's fingers begin to gently stroke the young woman's white knuckles. It was such a gentle and careful touch that wouldn't be expected from a man like him. Slowly it began to take effect and her fingers began to relax.

A silence hangs between the two. Neither of them knows what to say next if she should say anything next. Amalia felt empty. Angry. Hurt. It was the first time she actually talked about this, let alone told anyone else, and then it was to the person she had lost. The person who triggered all of that. "I should yell at you, right?" She just whispers, not sure if she really wants to hear the answer.

She can watch his mask shift slightly as his lips curve upwards. She knew it was a smile. It was the only sign he gave when he smiled. And yet she loves this sight. She has always loved it. "Probably yes!" comes the quiet answer. She just nods slightly. Another silence. Simon looks at her from below. He is still kneeling in front of her, worried. Next to him, lying on the ground is Bones. The dog couldn't understand what was going on. He couldn't understand why Amalia was at the end, where Simon suddenly came from. He just lies there and watches the two people. It seemed like so much more was happening than he could perceive.

Simon carefully begins to stand up. Amalia immediately becomes worried. Her fingers begin to grip tightly again, holding the other tightly. She was afraid, afraid that he would disappear again, even if he promised her something else. "Hey, everything's fine, I'm not going!" The soldier immediately says reassuringly and sits down next to the woman. His fingers roam over hers. Her grip slowly becomes looser again. Still, she doesn't let go of his hand. She just holds on to him. It was an act of desperation. She doesn't know what to do with herself anymore. All she had done for the last few months was to mourn the man sitting next to her. She had let herself go, she had lost herself. And now it all turns out to be a lie, a trick. The months, the sadness. Now it was just... empty.

What should she do now? Could you mourn yourself? Did she have a right to mourn about her lost time?

"Would you like to lie down?" Simon whispers cautiously. He wants to help her and not just because he is responsible for everything here. He wanted to help her because she was important, really important. But he didn't know how he could make it better, not directly. Amalia just nods slightly. Then she shakes her head. "I'm afraid you'll be gone when I open my eyes again!" she whispers. Simon just nods slightly, continuing to move his fingers over hers. "I won't, I promise!" The words that were supposed to have a calming effect were predictable.

Amalia stays silent. Words were empty, without meaning. Words had brought her into this situation. Words have destroyed her, taken everything from her. How could she trust words now? Simon hesitates for a moment, then lets go of her hands. Her eyes immediately widen. No, no, don't let me go, don't leave me alone. But he doesn't listen to her inner dialogue. Instead, he takes off his jacket, which he is still wearing, and carefully places it around her shoulder. Amalia pauses. "I'm not just going to disappear!" he whispers again.

The young woman nods slightly before, after a moment's hesitation, she lies down on the sofa. Bones immediately jumps up and lays his body next to his owner. They always did it like that. When Amalia lies there like that, it's time to cuddle. No matter if it's on the sofa or on her bet. The young woman puts her arm around the dog and gently pulls him towards her. He was warm and safe and the only thing that gave her support the last month, the only stable thing. Simon's jacket around her shoulder still carries his scent. And it was heavy. It feels like he's hugging her again. Simon runs his hand through her hair, or rather he tries to. Her hair was truly a disaster. But this was a problem for a later date.

"When was the last time you ate something?" The question comes cautiously, for fear that it might destroy the calm. "Before you came!" the woman murmurs into her dog's fur. Simon hesitates for a moment. Something about that answer bothered him. "What did you eat?" Her gaze turns away from him. No Answer. Simon carefully strokes her hair again and nods. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me!" He whispers carefully. She just nods slightly. It was as if she was ashamed of it as if she had made a mistake.

It was quiet between the two again. Simon watches the young woman for a moment as she holds on to the dog in her arms, she almost disappears into the soldier's jacket. Her eyes slowly start to get smaller. Amalia's body needs rest. After everything that had happened in the last few hours, she really needed this. Simon sits next to her for a moment. His hand was in her hair. It was cautious, worried.

Amalia slowly began to sink into a sleep, a resting sleep, a safe sleep. It takes a moment before the soldier moves again. Slowly, careful not to wake her, the man begins to stand. He grabs a blanket from the side and carefully places it over the two of them. He looks down at her, still feeling terrible. He regretted everything he had done, but that wouldn't change anything.

Simon shakes his head slightly and slowly begins to walk out of the living room, looking around. He knew what the first thing he would do was. He would give her a safe place to heal, to become herself again. He takes a deep breath before heading into the kitchen to deal with the first and perhaps biggest problem.

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Hellooooo!

I think I am alive... breathing is still not the easiest thing but I can sit back up again XD 

But hey, I got to write something. I actually wrote some more shit. Originally I was an OS Writer and long stories are always a little complicated for me. Would you guys like to read some OS from me?

Love

Devil