Loving again.

Sitting in the corner, wailing, sulking.

She offers her tea with honey to soothe the pain brooding in her chest and rubs her back soothingly.

"It's different this time. Trust me."

She looks at herself in disgust, mentally counting the number of times this has been said and proven wrong.

Still angry she contemplates shutting down completely.

Sensing this she responds with:

"This is the price you pay, being a lover.

Has it not made you softer, happier?

Has it not made you better than you were ever going to be?

It aches, and I have been wrong but trust me. This time, it's different."

She sits trying to produce a valid argument, biting her lips in frustration with tears welling up in her eyes.

"You should not deny your nature.

Not now.

Not ever."

& with that she sipped on the tea letting it prepare her for her next journey and prays that she is right.