“You are afraid to love, my dear. Afraid that if you do, it will only come to a miserable end. And it may—life comes with no promises. But it’s worth it. It’s worth the risk.” She shook her head, intending it to be a denial that she was afraid. But with each movement, her resolve shifted. “No. No, it’s not worth it. How can I possibly love him when it means arguing like we have been? When it means he doesn’t want me to spread my wings lest I get hurt in the flight—” “Brook, he is the one who taught you how to fly! But is it so unreasonable that he asks you to look before you leap?”
