Unrequited, it might be the most bittersweet word she knows.

"Letting that river carry you along, sweep you out to see, weightless, floating, safe and clean." That's what it felt like for Cho, like diving off the side of the mountain, feeling the water open up to accept her, close over her feet, nothing but ripples to mark the change. The weight of the depth pressing in around her, the burn of the air in her lungs, the beating of her heart. That's her blissful feeling. The falling in love.

The insect is climbing up along her arm now, spindly little limbs carefully finding purchase on the folds of the fabric of her jacket. Is it filled with love, too?