Despite not wanting to talk about it, Sabrina knew better than to believe Killian would let it go that easily. And maybe, in a strange way, it would help her to talk about it to someone who was aware of how fucked up her life could get sometimes.
Besides, it wasn't as though she had anything else she could be working on at the moment - and this was going to weigh on her mind even more than usual because of everything else going on. With a quiet sigh, she leaned back against the counter and ran a hand through her hair.
"I'm not sure if it was a future vision," she started, her voice shaky. "I just know that it's not something I remember happening. Um, it was a conversation with my aunt Hilda. I was talking about how I was lonely and that it hurt seeing all my friends happy in relationships. She told me that I just have to be patient, that it could take a century, maybe even a century and a half to find someone to love..." she trailed off. "And that... well, it hurt."