“But she is selfish. I don’t think she means to be. She simply… can’t see the people or things beyond her own light.” I slip my hands under my blanket to hide their trembling. “And I love her,” he whispers like it’s a curse and a blessing. “I would choose to disappear in her light any day. But I am sorry for you, Mara. I am sorry that you did not get to choose.”
