Everything seems to have stopped working. Time. Breathing. Logic. A million different things that just cease to be important or necessary. It's painful to see him sobbing on the ground, thinking he is unworthy of her. It had never been that. Not with anyone. Worthiness had nothing to do with her decisions. Now or in the past. In all honesty, anyone who claims to be worthy obviously isn't.

"Love isn't something that is deserved," she says softly, placing her hand on his head, "It's something that's given."