“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “You and Jamison … I didn’t know.” “I hardly know myself,” she says. “We’ve only just been talking.” She brushes the tears off her cheeks and squares her shoulders. “Forgive me. We should—” I step forward and wrap her up in a hug. My insides ache and pull and I have to force Lilith’s effects out of my head, and I hold on to my friend. Freya’s not like Rhen. She lets me hold her, and her face presses into my shoulder—but only for a moment. She begins to pull away. “I am being inappropriate—” “I’ve cried all over you a dozen times,” I say. “I can return the favor.”
living for these full circle moments! makes me so senti to remember that this is the finale :'(
