Amélie was trying to muster her courage to face the boy who was sitting at a distance of ten steps from her, keeping his back towards her and looking into the vast expanse ahead.
'She knew the boy was hurting badly from inside, and so was she- but the mutual suffering didn't provide her with the courage to face him, regardless.
Such had been the pattern of their lives so far, in which they got the chance to meet each other for a short amount of time- almost unfairly so, before they were separated again.
No matter how much happiness the meeting brought them, the separation always sank their hearts to the darkest pits of pain, where the devil was already present to torture them to an extent where even they wanted to die- but the cruel reality made them realise that this was yet another one of their desires that they were unable to get to fulfill.'
