The girl's breath hitched.
Theo's knees nearly gave out, and she fell on one leg. Looking down, only then did she realise that one leg was completely gone.
It had vanished.
"I don't remember who I am," She confessed, "I don't remember my life properly. I don't remember the people fighting for me. But I know this..."
She placed a hand over her own chest, where her soul once was, "Pain is loud, and it screams. It demands to be heard. But love is stubborn, so it whispers and it waits."
The girl's shoulders began to shake, "You think love is enough?" she asked brokenly.
"No," Theo said honestly, "But I believe that it's a beginning."
The child's composure shattered, and she lunged forward suddenly and buried her face into Theo's chest.
Theo gasped as their bodies collided. Like a touch she couldn't resist, Theo hugged her back tightly and they clung to each other desperately.
For a moment, the void went utterly still.
