She shrugged. It seemed so long ago now. It was mostly how she dealt with things. Put it aside, leave it in the past, and let herself heal from it. "How would I have known? We don't have souls the same way you do." She sighed, "it makes sense I suppose."
"Yeah. Patrick said that too. Sorry if I don't believe you." Her level of trust was at an all time low,but hearing Patrick was depressed made her look at her tea. She wanted to help him, she really did, but she also felt tired and old.
"I loved him, you know that?" Her voice was quiet and she looked out a window. "I love a lot of people, but not that way. Besides one other person he was the only one I ever let myself love like that." She gave a sad smile and looked at George, "And it ended in tears, like the last time I loved. So please stop beating around the bush George. I'm too old and too tired to have you skip around the true issue. Tell me what you