Just like the heartless girl. That's what everyone thought, but not him. He saw her, at least he used to. Now he sees her. She watches the stolen glances, watches the longing in the other woman's eyes. Maybe it's time for this to end. She never did know when things should end. Last time Burke had had to show her the punctuation at the end of their sentence. Maybe Owen was waiting for her to do it this time around. He wasn't quite the teacher Burke had been, but he was the better man. She could do this, she could learn from Burke one last time. She will.
"I'm insensitive…sometimes. But I'm not oblivious"
She tells herself not to cry, commands her voice not to crack. Heartless, just like the girl in the operating room. Living without her heartbeat. She can do this.
"And I don't want you to be with me because you feel like you owe me something…because, I mean you two went through war togeth…"
Her words are cut off. She had had a whole speech planned, a whole ending ready. She was good at plans and speeches. But he had just swallowed the ending to the sentence, stretching it out, his lips telling her there was still more to the story to tell. His lips, his tongue they met with hers, hungry for her, not her words. Maybe he did still see her. Maybe he did still know, even if she had forgotten. His heart beat raced against her chest, she was startled to realize that it echoed her own.