Amalia flipped her albino-white hair out of her face, a childish smile taunting her lips. "Sweetie? I couldn't care less." She said, giggling as she threw her head back in her neck, her white hair swinging with. "Don't tell me you understand my pain. Have you been tortured? Beaten?" She asked, looking Elissa in the eyes, all the hint of emotion disappearing, as if what she wore was nothing but a pale, cold, distant mask, hiding her from the rest of the world.
"I don't think you've been beaten to death, have you?"
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Matthew buried himself in his brother's chest. What was he hearing? Why didn't Alfred hear it? It freaked him out. He tugged his brother's clothes and pouted slightly. "Alfred, please tell me you're hearing that, too.." He whimpered. Alfred sighed and gently rubbed his shoulder, making a hushing noise. "Calm down, Matthew. You're just stressed.." Alfred said, but Matthew shook his head. "No, no, I'm really hearing something!"
"I don't think you've been beaten to death, have you?"
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Matthew buried himself in his brother's chest. What was he hearing? Why didn't Alfred hear it? It freaked him out. He tugged his brother's clothes and pouted slightly. "Alfred, please tell me you're hearing that, too.." He whimpered. Alfred sighed and gently rubbed his shoulder, making a hushing noise. "Calm down, Matthew. You're just stressed.." Alfred said, but Matthew shook his head. "No, no, I'm really hearing something!"










