Rose didn't need heightened senses to know something serious was coming. She smiled all the way up to his last question, when her face cracked a little. It seemed a little ridiculous that he even needed to ask; Rose had always loved Gar and this fact had been as clear as day to her since she'd first said it. She'd loved him when they'd broken up, loved him when she'd been with other men, loved him even when he made her angry or upset.
His question touched a nerve more than anything else she'd experienced this morning. It brought old, slightly buried memories to the surface. "Do I..." she stopped, her voice getting thick with emotion and a lump forming in her throat. Her eyes watered and she looked down at the floor, hoping that she'd regain her cool quickly.
"Yes," she said. "Of course I still love you." She looked at him. "Yes."