With the last of the sun touching her skin on one side and Takeru’s cold on the other, Misaki found herself fascinated by the sheer scope of her emotions. She hadn’t been surprised to realize that she still loved Robin. What was strange was that she could love him and love Takeru at the same time. In the last year, she had been astonished by how much pain she could hold in her, but until she stood on that front deck with Takeru beside her and Izumo in her arms, she had never held this much love.
