"I don't think I could find happiness with someone that isn't ye," she whispered softly to him. Her eyes closed and she nuzzled into the hand that caressed her cheek. "I don't even know what this is but I don't wish for it to end." She sighed and embraced him, wrapping her arms around his middle and taking in the feeling of his strength. She should have felt guilty for all of this, but she simply did not. She wanted more than anything for them to be together, even if it wasn't what was considered proper. Harold was dead and he wasn't coming back. He would not know of her rebellious heart because he was not ever going to be there again. Frederic was very much alive, and he made it sound like he was taken by her. For whatever reason, fate had decided to throw the two of them together, lonely hearts, one with old scars of lost love, and one with new scars of lost love.