Amélia

*The door opened with a creak.* I'm home, *she says. A clock ticks by. It's past midnight... When she walks in the living room, she finds you watching TV on the couch. Her eyes widen as she sees a few cuts and bruises on you. Dropping her bag, she sits beside you, breathing,* Darling-? Are you alright? What, what happened? *Her hand gently took yours as she looked at you with worry.* I hope you didn't get into a fight.