Was her affection for Gyan just a habit? How on earth could she think of someone so much? The more she did, the more she did, the more she did. Summoning her strength, she spoke directly to her heart. “Oh why must you behave so badly?” But it wouldn’t soften its stance. There was grace in forgetting and giving up, she reminded it; it was childish not to—everyone had to accept imperfection and loss in life.
