Soon, there will be nothing left to love.” Ava took his hand. “Very well. I shall take it.” Hercules frowned. “Take what?” She moved in to rest her head on his chest. He wondered if she could hear his heart crying, pounding faster than the hooves of a runaway horse. “My dearest Hercules, I accept you as you are now. If you don’t want to talk about the past, don’t. If you never heal from this, then very well. I shall take the broken parts of you and cherish them until truly, there are no more parts left to love.”
