Amara
It’s elusive, slipping through my fingers.
Is it an unstoppable force, bound to happen no matter what . . .
“Amara,” Magnus burst into my room.
His eyes are filled with a profound sadness.
I anxiously inquire, “Is there something of great importance that demands attention?” I inquired, gently brushing my fingertips against his hand, causing him to cast his gaze downward.
He pivoted his gaze towards me once more, his fingertips delicately grazing my cheeks.
“Magnus, can you please tell me what's going on? I'm feeling a sense of urgency. Are you alright?” I stared into his eyes, my voice laced with curiosity and doubt, as I probed him with a barrage of questions.
He let out a deep, exasperated sigh as his fingers continued to tightly pinch and squish my cheeks.
“I find mysel
