"I did not reject you. I was not in love with him." Fina said without any inclination in her voice that she did such. She cared deeply for Vyse and might have loved him to a degree, but not in the way she loved Ramirez. Looking up from the ground, she turned her head in the direction of her dead friends.
How lifeless, how cold.
There would never be a reassuring hand, never a smile to go with his never-say die attitude, nor Aika's optimistic way of thinking when Fina wasn't sure herself. Simply looking at them again was not only salt on the large open wound but a bunch of lemon juice added.