~•Amara•~
"Hera? Could you come in and help me with the zipper. I can't reach it, and don't worry, I am dressed up." I called her out to help me.
I had no idea why I mentioned the latter, but I still did it. Maybe somewhere in my mind I thought that it would be better to tell her that I am dressed and not standing naked in here, asking her to come and help me.
But did it really matter? She was also a girl. She had everything which I did. For all I could tell, she might be having them in a much better condition.
'Stop it, Amara!' I groaned internally in frustration as I tried to make my train of thoughts, which was going in a really weird direction, come to a stop.
"Hera? Can you come inside and help me with the zipper? Please?" I spoke up once again when I didn't hear a reply from her. She was being so talkative earlier, what had gotten into her mind now that she went so eerily quiet.
What are these marks on Amara's body? Do they hold any significance?
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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