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a closed starter for @ameliiorate based on this post featuring amelia.
"you're married." the words feel uncharacteristically venomous as they slip from amelia's lips. she knows she has no right to be upset when she is the reason their relationship was never able to progress in the manner they both perhaps would've liked but it still feels like a big, gaping wound when she's reminded about it. "there isn't an us anymore."
a continuation of here for @gvardrail
“i don’t know…” amelia mutters, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. she really doesn’t known why she didn’t say anything then and why she suddenly feels like she can now. she supposes it’s easier to be honest when acting like it’s all in the past. “i guess i was just never quite brave enough before. like, what was i supposed to say? hey, al. i’m totally in love with you. no biggie if you don’t feel the same?”
open to women/enby. test muse: amelia ferreira. 27. lesbian. she/her. kindergarten teacher. the closest is glass and yet she's living in it due to her deeply religious background. often at war with herself but covers it well by painting on a smile. plot: the one that got away.
“you were always my maybe, you know? ‘maybe you’d finally ask me out.’ ‘maybe when i wasn’t the one looking, you were noticing me too.’ i know it’s stupid… but you were always in the back of my mind.”
