"What do you mean 'love of his life'?" Azula called after Persephone following her out.
She was shaking her head then lifted it to show a dry face but puffy, baggy eyes. Her lack of sleep suddenly became visible. "I know why I haven't cried, it's because I don't feel sorry for him dying. It's because I know he didn't love me and I know his last thoughts were of Ali."
"Who's Ali?"
"Mouse was 17 when he left the Matrix. He was engaged. He has always regretted not telling the love of his life goodbye. The Woman in Red, wasn't just some lady Mouse wanted to screw, she was based on Ali." She pause taking a deep breath and continuing. 'I'll love her till the day I die'. He's died. Does he still love her, because I still love him and highly doubt she still loves him!" her voice had cracked and had become tight and squeaky.
"All I ever wanted was to know him. To see his smile and hear his laugh and his thoughts." She trailed off, reminiscing for an instant on the man whom she loved. "And I did." She said returning to reality. "I never needed for him to love me back. I never demanded his heart, I never insisted for him to have feelings for me. It wouldn't be worth losing him. If I insisted that we became something he would either let me go or go out with me and then let me go. I would never forgive myself if I let some fling take away the single most important person in my life."
It was obviously hard for Persephone and she had a blank expression on her face. "That one time we feel asleep talking, it was their anniversary. He spent hours just talking about how much he loved her and how great she was-he never stopped loving her and even thought I would have preferred talking about something else I was just happy he came to me. For all the hours he told me about Ali, I didn't care it was somebody else."
She stopped minute to breath but no one said anything. "If I could I would have never had him unplugged from the Matrix. I love him so much I would easily give up knowing him so he could be happy with the one he loves. He's dead. Mouse is not coming back. I can never tell him I love him. But it's okay. The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else. But it's easy to be so happy for them because if you don't you don't really love them. When I first came to accept that Mouse would never love me, it was the easiest thing I have ever done. He never loved me!" she yelled as a cleansing statement, "But I love him so much I don't even care." She smiled and started to cry.