It wasn't okay. It was so far from okay that Amara felt a shiver run down her spine. It was enough to gain her attention and looked at Elena. Amara was lost in her own thoughts, the way the wind felt, the way that peace was just inching closer to her. Amara's dark eyes were on her doppelganger. She and Silas had done this. They loved eachother so deeply that they both wanted to spend eternity together, but it was their curse, their downfall. Still, she didn't see it as a regret. She loved him with everything, but this world was too busy, it was too much. The cars down below, the yelling, the honking horns, they were startling, but she tried to focus. She tried.
"I'm so afraid," her voice was soft and barely audible but it was as if Elena understood her. She was so determined to think that she couldn't survive and she had finally found peace, she had the quiet and it was ripped away so viciously because she wanted so badly to see her love.
"No - no, no, -" Amara stepped back, her hands coming to stop her at the ledge and she turned around, looking down below.
"She'll find me. She'll punish me, she'll make pay for my sin," Amara told Elena, a little louder and that was what she feared. Qetsiyah would find her, she would kill her much like she had tricked Silas into believing. No, Amara hadn't died then, but Silas believed she had. Did he not remember? It just made her mind more jumbled, it was hard to tell what was real and what was a nightmare.
"I am not strong," she confessed. "Not like this."