softly and hold out my hand to wipe the tears from the corner of her eye, "why are you crying?"
She slaps my hand aside as if she was afraid I would burn it and moves a bit away from me. Her lips press together in a line. "What you feel now," she says and looks hard at me, "you only feel that because we have known each other for so long. You would love any other girl who has experienced so much with you as well. And you will eventually stop feeling that for me. I couldn't stand that! "She wraps her arms around her as if she were cold.
I smile slightly and, despite her protests, pull her into my arms. "Maybe," I say calmly, "but I've just experienced all of this with you. With you and no one else. To stop loving you, I probably don't have to be me anymore."
Her arms wrap around me and she laughs tearfully into my t-shirt."You shouldn't be sluggish all the time," she mumbles with a smile, and we sink back into the grass.
That corresponds a lot more to my imagination.

"... we have to go on."
I blink a few times, more than just torn out of the situation - almost torn out of life, it seems to me, but my body is recovering faster than my mind and is already following Dismas' instructions, carefully putting one foot in front of the other.
He pushes open the door to the great hall and there they stand, dozen, looking at me expectantly.