[ Love is something that Merrill gives freely, without reservation. She knows many don't believe in it the same way that she does, believe you can only love a few people and not everyone. That Mal can ask her if she loved Asher as well is a good sign, she thinks; he loves too, close enough to the same way that she thinks he understands. ]
I did.
[ There's a soft, quiet sigh. Love and loss -- how often they seem to go together. And nothing that she was able to do for any of those she's lost, but she can't stop wondering what if.
One hand reaches up, her fingers gently tracing along the line of his jaw. ]
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I did.
[ There's a soft, quiet sigh. Love and loss -- how often they seem to go together. And nothing that she was able to do for any of those she's lost, but she can't stop wondering what if.
One hand reaches up, her fingers gently tracing along the line of his jaw. ]
Do you want to talk about it? About him?