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“Healing takes time,”
You must enter where you fear to tread.
“The trauma of any injury requires some internal reflection during the healing and aftermath.”
For it was love that shaded the entirety of the world here, gilded it. Love and joy. Happiness. The sort he had not known with his own family. Or anyone else. The girl had been loved. Deeply. Unconditionally.
Love cannot exist without trust.”
And that was that. Together—they’d deal with it together.
“Maybe you and I will have to learn how to live—if we survive this war.”
You must enter where you fear to tread.
It would remain in him, a scar and a reminder. “Will it grow again?” “Only if you let it. Only if you do not fill it with better things. Only if you do not forgive.” He knew she didn’t just mean others. “But if you are kind to yourself, if you—if you love yourself …” Yrene’s mouth trembled. “If you love yourself as much as I love you …”
He was allowed to break, so that this forging might begin. So that he might begin again.
He only looked toward the dark and smiled. Not broken. Made anew.
And if Yrene had not loved him already, she would have loved him then, learning that truth. Seeing the man he was becoming, turning into, after all of it.
She had fallen in love with him well before he’d ever stood. She would love him no matter how he moved through the world.
He’d never seen the path ahead so clearly as he had that afternoon three weeks ago, when he’d spied her sitting in the garden and just … knew.
A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.
