“I still care about him,” she started, when I asked about him.
“I mean, how can I not?” Her eyes began to wander to the ceiling. “He was my friend first, before all this catastrophe happened. He cared about me when no one did. He accompanied me when I was alone. He listened to all my mindless ramblings. He made me feel like I was invincible. He defended me. He made me smile even when I didn’t want to.”
She glanced at him and smiled a little. “The happiness he brought when he came into my life is much bigger than the sadness.”