"I never knew he'd done that," Helen whispered.
She loved James still, always would, though not in the same way she loved Nikola.
It wasn't any more or less, just rather different. Both were a mix of romantic and friendly love but where James was a source of stability, Nikola was a force of nature.
She would miss James.
She would crave Nikola, and no, not just for the physical, far from it.
No one ever made her so infuriated yet pleased in the exact same moment as Nikola had.
Helen couldn't speak to her deserving then, so much happened in what felt far too little time.
But Nikola's place was at her side. Maybe they could both just call it a draw and say they deserved one another for a change.
For as much as Nikola never thought he deserved Helen's love, Helen never thought she deserved his loyalty.
This note Helen tucked away in her pocket for the day.
