Cho watches the shift, silent and still, afraid of breaking the spell of the moment. It's beautiful. It's love.
"I was in love before," she whispers as the glow fades slightly and she can see Cole through it again. She doesn't know why she says it, what draws the admission up from the bottom of her chest and out through her lips. Cole already knows that, though, doesn't he? He already knows it all. "He didn't love me. It hurt so much. But I don't regret it... I wouldn't change it. I was in a place where they could have changed it, where they could have taken it all away, but I didn't want them to. I just asked for it to stop hurting. I wanted to keep it all, even the disappointment, and just be able to remember it without crying. It was beautiful, having the chance to love like that, to feel that much. It was different than all the other love I'd ever felt in my life. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll never get to feel like that again."
She lets out a little puff of air, averts her eyes and knows that she's supposed to feel ashamed now, for revealing so much. She tries to focus on the animals around them, on the waves of little glowing creatures drawn to the outpouring of good. She lowers her empty hand to the ground and lets a brilliantly orange stick insect crawl across her palm.
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"I was in love before," she whispers as the glow fades slightly and she can see Cole through it again. She doesn't know why she says it, what draws the admission up from the bottom of her chest and out through her lips. Cole already knows that, though, doesn't he? He already knows it all. "He didn't love me. It hurt so much. But I don't regret it... I wouldn't change it. I was in a place where they could have changed it, where they could have taken it all away, but I didn't want them to. I just asked for it to stop hurting. I wanted to keep it all, even the disappointment, and just be able to remember it without crying. It was beautiful, having the chance to love like that, to feel that much. It was different than all the other love I'd ever felt in my life. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll never get to feel like that again."
She lets out a little puff of air, averts her eyes and knows that she's supposed to feel ashamed now, for revealing so much. She tries to focus on the animals around them, on the waves of little glowing creatures drawn to the outpouring of good. She lowers her empty hand to the ground and lets a brilliantly orange stick insect crawl across her palm.