A tentative hand hovered near my face, unsure. I leaned into her, feeling something akin to uncertain reprieve.
It felt as though the storm were over, but shearing winds were still eroding the landscape.
"I want us to be us again. Please. I've just.. missed you so much. I want to know we can deal with the rest later." Her words were soft.
I knew it would take centuries to understand the ancient sadness lurking there.
My answering nod was silent, eyes surveying her face as though for the first time.
"I will make this up to you, Bella."