#95: Now
Nunc scio quid sit amor – Virgil, Dido Book IV
She never understood how young girls could comprehend that phrase so early in life. Sure, she had a vague understanding as an adult; however, she stared blankly at the simple sentence in her youth. Doesn't love vary from person to person? Isn't the love of a grandfather different form the love of a husband or lover?
She'd seen his love for her twice now: once when he'd risked his life to save her; another, when he allowed her to wait for him, saying that he 'understood.'
Her eyes hardened for a second as memories of pain and fear rushed through her mind and soul. But then they softened as she remembered how she'd shown her love for him once too.
She looked down at his peacefully sleeping form in the hospital bed. It was a good thing that she'd been there during his 'meeting' with the head's of Central; things could have gotten bad. One of the attackers opened the recent wound on his stomach, and he'd lost a lot of blood. The color was returning to his pale face, but the hospital required that he stay here for a week. A small smile appeared on her face as she committed his face to memory from the side of his bed.
His eyes slowly opened, letting the late morning light slowly penetrate them, when he noticed her.
"What are you smiling about?"
"Nothing, just remembering something I learned about a long time ago."
AN: Just wanted to get something posted. I love that quote, and I wanted to use it. Enjoy and thankyou for all the reviews and almost 10000 hits on this story!
