“I know.” Kiera took Romi’s other hand. “I know I did. It wasn’t right.
I’m sorry. I used to think promising something about the future was
nonsense, but I get it now. I get why people do it. Because they’re actually
promising for today. For minute to minute.”
“But you’re right. Sometimes things don’t work.”
“Sometimes they don’t. But sometimes they do. Sometimes they can.
With hard work. With magic.”
“Magic?”
“Yes,” Kiera laughed. “Magic. I think that’s what this is, what you make
me feel, because I don’t know what other word to use. Not magic as in an
illusion, but magic as in something crazy wonderful. Something that can’t
be explained and it’s best to leave it that way.”
“I think that sensation is actually something else.”
Keira squeezed her hands hard. Both of them. “I know. It’s love. It might
be too soon to say that, and maybe I don’t even have a clue what that looks
like, because I’ve never felt it before, at least not romantic love, because
I’ve always shut myself down, but I’m saying it now, because I know that
it’s true. I love you, Romi.”
“What am I supposed to do with that?” Romi extricated her hands. “How
do I know you’re not just lonely? How do I know that when the next
challenge or hardship comes along that you won’t just panic and give up? I
don’t want to be shut out or pushed away.”
“You don’t know if you can trust me.”
“I don’t know.”
“I realize you have no reason to.” Kiera reached out and brushed Romi’s
cheek so lightly that her touch was like a warm breeze. “But if you’ll give
me another chance, I hope that I can give you a thousand reasons to believe
in and trust me. I know I built a shitty foundation. I know all you’ve seen is
fear and panic and all the uglier emotions. I can’t promise there won’t still
be times when you’ll see them, but I want there to be so many more where