“Why would you take that bullet for me? You know that it wouldn’t hurt me,” the look on her face suggests that she really doesn’t understand why.
I reach forward to take hold of her hand, cursing softly as the stitches pull with the slight movement. “You know, for someone that has been living amongst humans for millennia, you can be really stupid about what motivates us.” I squeeze her fingers, feeling the familiar surge of peace from touching her skin. “I did it because I love you,”
Copyright Emily Morris 2020