Estella didn't answer immediately. She just hovered there beside him, above the quiet moonlit village, the wind tugging lightly at her pale hair. Then she blinked once, long and slow, as though trying to gather the right words. Her shoulders loosened, and a tired sigh escaped her mouth.
"Well..." she began softly, "it was very tough for me. I loved him after all."
Azzy didn't say anything, and she continued.
