She had been his strength just as much as he had been hers. And the thing he used to say playfully about their souls being one had turned out not to be a joke after all. Their souls had been enjoined from the moment they touched, and their pain and loss had become shared from that moment on.
"I'm sorry I didn't come for you. I'm so sorry." She knew apologies could do nothing now. And she knew even if she had gone to Barcelona instead of Paris, there couldn't have been anything she could do to save him but maybe things would have turned out so much different. Maybe so much better. Maybe it was that single choice she made that prolonged their pain this far. Maybe...
