[ She felt that twitch. It hurts more. She knows he can probably hear the wild beating of her heart when that next stab of pain hits it. No matter how much she tries to control it, she knows she can't.

There's a soft gasp when he moves his leg closer. Her head jerks in his direction, eyes wide. As much as she'd love that any other day, it too hurts. Ultimately, she makes the decision for him and scoots away, returning her focus to the box. That taste of normalcy is too much, and she's not going to allow herself to read into that action any further. ]

You left this for me. The second time you came back. [ Don't cry, don't cry. ] You said it to me before, but...this kept me strong the most.

[ She hands over a blue rose, dried and preserved, sealed in a glass case, a smooth stone, then a crumpled piece of paper. The promise he made is written on it. ]

If you didn't care for me, why would you leave me this?