@compxsed liked for a starter!
Amelia really wishes this would stop happening.
It’s not like she really has a choice in what happens here, but it doesn’t get easier to see people you know from back home and have hurt because of your actions.
Case in point, the boy she spotted from across the cafe. She wasn’t close to him by any means or anything (nor did she really affect him that much with what she did in the killing game, she thinks) but it’s still a lot to take in for her.
(After all, the other two people she’s met here from home... hated her, to put it mildly.)
Maybe this would be different? Amelia didn’t know but... it’s worth a shot isn’t it? It’s better than running away from everything, because she knows she can’t escape her past as much as she would like to.
So she steps into the cafe proper and over to his table, the heels of her shoes clicking as she does so. A steady rhythm, almost betraying how nervous she is inside, but she’s not a liar for nothing after all.
And the smile on her face only helps to keep up her act of sorts. “Um, pardon me but may I sit here? There wasn’t anywhere else to sit that I saw open.”
















