"I remember," she says, turning into his touch and then kissing his cheek again. "I was so angry to be pulled away from my life, such as it was. My job, my friends, my classes, my routine... Granted, in retrospect, I was barely holding it together, but despite my grief I didn't want to be away from it all." She sighs. "I don't recall when that changed, actually. But now I can't begin to fathom it any other way."