Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well.
It's what you deserve to hear," I say firmly, my eyes going cloudy with tears. "That you're whole, that you're worth loving, that you're the best person I've ever known.
What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him… “What did you do?” I scream. “You die, I die too…I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.
But Christina and I are not people who cry together; we're people who fight together. SO I hold my tears in.
I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.
Caleb," I say, "I love you." His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice.