Chapter 145 What Remains After Fire Two

• “You protected the people and the place you cared about,” she voiced out with a grace that felt too gentle to swallow. “Despite what it cost you.“
• Her hand rose, pressing lightly over my heart. “ I’m still here.” Her voice dropped low. “Maybe not whole. But I'm still here, still you.”
• I couldn’t breathe for a second. Then I let the tears fall. “You forgive me?” I didn't bother hiding my pain.