"Do you love me, Severu?" Will he admit it? "Is love the inability to see you hurting without fixing it? Is it craving your body even when I'm so physically spent I can barely move? Is it finding time to spend with you regardless of responsibility? Is it wanting to be a better man? Is it trusting you more than any other person?" I can't answer. My throat is too clogged with tears. "If that is love, then yes, I love you, Catalina. But it feels like something bigger than such a small word."
