“I just don’t know,” she whispered into the night, her heart heavy with loss, “we fought so much and loved so little. We were far from perfect, so lost in each other. I don’t know what we were.” He was quiet, his shoulder pressed up against hers, a touch that was still electric but one that had lost its meaning. “Was it worth it, though?” he asked, looking down at her through his thick black lashes, his dark eyes glinting in the dim light the moon cast over the room. “Yes,” she replied without sparing another heartbeat to consider, “yes,” she added, more firmly. “You made me feel something. I was happy. Anything that means so much, that makes you feel like you’re standing on top of the world, anything that makes you so happy you can’t believe this is your life - it’s worth it. We were worth it.”
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