Phoenix Maplewood Cowboys and Angels

Perhaps it was strange to him. Her life was shattered around her, and though it hurt and she was unhappy and her peace broken. She also knew that she had to do something, rather than nothing. Or it would fester like an open wound, and leave her bleeding and dying from the inside out. Little did she know it would get worse as they entered moonglow. And that last thread of control and peace she held onto would break and shatter at her feet.

What rules?

She jumped up and stood near him, tail swaying in the gentle wind. You pile em up and jump in em. That's all. It's just. she shrugged a shoulder. Fun.


Amalia's ears drooped at his next question and her eyes grew glassy, but she shook her head to push it away.

She spoke her voice barely above a whisper, soft and sad. Of course i'm not okay. But you have to laugh or you'll cry right? And today I choose to laugh.

She tilted her head and stared him down. The swagger ot his hips and the way his eyes were soft and sad, but hard and even.

So play with me. Take away all my unhappiness for this brief moment in time.

She didn't know what she was offering, or if she was offering anything, didn't care to know. They could play in the leaves or some other game. But she was not going to dwell today, on things she couldn't change and that would make her cry.