Abigail had fallen in love three times.
First age sixteen to Jake Griffin. She knew him long before that. Classmates. Friends. Lived three doors apart from each other. It wasn't until she was sixteen about three weeks into that age something clicked and Abby knew it was love.
The second time she fell in love with the second she looked down to her arms where her child had been placed. Her daughter. Her Clarke. Abby swore silently her love would know bounds for this precious girl.
For the third time Abby felt it coming slowly. The sensation in her heart, brain, and even soul with each passing day were growing. She tried to ignore it. She wasn't ready. Loving someone was a great responsibility. A profoundly personal one that Abby didn't take lightly.
She loved others. Countless others. Her parents. Jackson. Just to name a few. All of those were a different type of love. A love that stops time and you'd die for someone or gladly did to save them; that was a sacred love.
Abby found herself wondering did he deserve it? Their history over the years. It was complicated to say the least. He had helped create the greatest pain she had ever known. But she knew he had no choice. He gained no pleasure. Still the reality was there; he had a hand in the death of her first love. How do you move on from that?
Still that slowly building sensation began to overwhelm her. Abby no longer saw the past and pain when she looked at Marcus Kane but instead she saw visions of the future and hope. She had officially fallen in love for the third time. And the looks he gave her she knew Marcus had done the same months even perhaps years before.