Amelie couldn't help but feel disheartned by the clouds. Somewhere along their velveteen bodies, the faces of those gone stared down on her. Yep, she was now seeing faces encrypted on the clouds. It was ridiculous of course but she could not help it. As she lied face-up on the lush rug of Autumn leaves, she could not shake the feeling of being watched by a particular set of silver eyes.
The memory of his face was to overwhelming right now, especially after what had happened. Amelie was sure he would've been able to see sense during the madness -- he would've probably been against Peregrine's desicion; he was smart and he was wise.
But he was not delicate -- not like the silky cloud canvas he was being portrayed on. "I never told you to go" she mumbled as she watched the cloud contort into a mushed up circle. Though time had soothed the pain of her heart, she could not affirm that the gash made by his words would ever be completely healed.
