My crisis lasted a long time. And when I finally raised my head to dry my eyes. I saw him staring at me and there was no doubt in his expression. He was clearly showing me that he had known all along, since I had discovered the union of our magic in myself and that I kept hiding it to prolong our time.
It was obvious that he was angry with me for that, but that somehow he understood too.
I shook my head.
- I don't want this to end.
- What? he asked although he already knew what I was talking about.
- But everything. I answered with eloquent gestures. Our moments, our laughter, our tears, our souls. Everything in this ruined castle. Everything that matters to me is locked up here. All that is here is my life.
