“Obviously,” she muttered with another roll of her eyes. “But look at you now, the road you’ve chosen. What do you know of life? Your entire existence was pointless.”
“Not true.” My legs shook, and I wasn’t sure how long I could remain standing. “I know of friendship. I know of… of love. You know nothing of those things.”
Lilith flinched and for a long moment she was silent. “That is not true. I did know of love, the purest kind.”
“Is that so?” I whispered. The sun was gone now, the sky a mottled shade of violet and the grass a crispy brown.
“Yes.” Her voice was quiet, faraway, and I realized then that I was no longer standing. I was on the ground, and I wasn’t sure I was even there anymore. I knew I was slipping away, for real this time, into nothing and my eyes drifted shut. The last thing I heard was, “When I held you in my arms and you stared up at me, only a few minutes old, I knew the purest brand of love.”