“You’re right,” I tell him, trying to shake the melancholy from my voice. “Spending a lifetime with you would be a sacrifice.” “Oh?” A glow returns to Elian’s eyes and he smiles as though the last few seconds didn’t happen. Erasing whatever parts of his past he doesn’t want to remember. “What would you be losing?” he asks. “If I married you?” I stand to tower above him, pushing away the unraveling thing inside me. “I suppose it would be my mind.”
